Ordinary Extraordinary

I left my bootie in Echo Park

Well, I didn't exactly leave it there, I just danced it off at Bootie L.A..

So. Much. Fun.

You know it's been a good night when you're soaking wet and sore in all the right places. All of you who stayed home tonight rather than shaking your ass with us at The Echo missed out. The music was hot, the crowd was hotter, and we danced until they kicked us out.

There was drinking, and dancing, and a Flashdance moment, and dancing, and a run-by pick up (at the very end of the night a guy who'd been hovering near our group paused to whisper in my ear You are so fucking gorgeous, I've been trying to get up the courage to tell you all night. He was out the door before I could even turn around), and a tranny doing the robot, and dancing.

Did I mention how unbelievably awesome the music was?

Also, we ran into Keith first thing and, as luck would have it, got to spend a good part of the night with him. Lemme tell you people, the boy can dance.

Quote of the evening: The robot. The tranny is doing the robot. Why is the tranny doing the robot?.

Completely Unrelated Note: I've got that birthday date thing all sorted out. It's been an interesting weekend.

9th Wheel

Since Mongo's birthday is on the 1st of August and mine the 3rd, we thought we'd do little combined dinner next Wednesday night and celebrate simultaneously. Nothing grand, just a few mutual friends celebrating over some good food and strong drinks... Mongo and his girlfriend, Boy 2 & Girl 2, M and his girlfriend, R and his boyfriend

and me.

That's right, I don't have a date to my own freaking birthday dinner.

*headdesk*

Shake your Bootie

OK party people, who's coming with me to Club Bootie's first LA party this Saturday night?

Come, bring your friends, and dance your ass off to a night of bastard pop! Can you really go wrong with Michael Jackson vs. Nirvana, or Madonna vs. the Sex Pistols? Cover's cheap, the music will rock, and no doubt the crowd will be crazy fun. AND they're giving away free CD's - does it get better than that?

Besides, Keith promises that it'll be a great time and if Keith says it, it must be true!

Working Lunch

You have to love a job that embraces doing a tequila shot with your boss at lunch.

I'm just sayin'...

*hic

Magic Time

Love my horoscope for this week:

Leo: The odds against getting a royal flush in poker are 649,739 to 1. The odds that Elvis Presley is still alive are 1,000 to 1. The odds that the Loch Ness monster exists are 150 to 1. And the odds that Elvis will someday crash a UFO into the Loch Ness monster are 14 million to 1. If you would have asked me a month ago, Leo, I'd have given you similar odds, 14 million to 1, that you would ever walk on water while closing a big deal on your cell phone and seeing a double rainbow appear over a cloud that resembles your face. But as of today, the odds of that happening have dropped to a mere 10 to 1. Magic time begins now.

Surreality

Surreal Los Angeles moment du jour:

While walking down the produce aisle at Trader Joe's and talking on the phone to bronxelf (Yes, I was on the phone in the grocery store. Forgive me that for a moment), I ran smack dab into one of her dearest friends. Since we'd only met once before he looked surprised when I called his name over the crate of produce. I handed over my phone so that he could say hello and gave the zucchini and neighboring lettuce a cursory glance.

When he handed the phone back, we chatted for a few minutes and discovered that we live less than 4 blocks apart.

Clearly, the world is far too small.

Truckers & Europeans

Overheard this weekend:

He: This metrosexual trend has got to STOP. Now all the gay men look like truckers and all the straight men look like Europeans. I have no idea who to hit on anymore.
She: I love it. The part where I don't have to tell my date how to match his socks or wear real shoes? Fucking fantastic.
He: Yeah, but what about when he has more shoes and hair product than you do?
She: Good point.

Real women have curves

I cannot say enough good things about Dove's new ad campaign, the Campaign for Real Beauty.

For too long, beauty has been defined by narrow, stifling stereotypes. You've told us it's time to change all that. We agree. Because we believe real beauty comes in many shapes, sizes, and ages. It's why we started the Campaign for Real Beauty. And why we hope you'll take part.

I saw this billboard above on the wall Hollywood & Highland and I actually paused at the top of the escalator to look at it. I was drawn to the woman before I read the caption and thought "That's a real woman, she's a real size. Do they know there's a normal woman on their billboard?"

I have plenty of curves and I love them, but I'd gotten so used to average or plus-sized women not being represented in advertising that seeing one on a billboard (in her underwear no less!) actually made me stop and stare. I love the design and I love the message; the ads make me smile when I see them on the sides of busses or buildings.

Finally, someone has the right idea.

Imitation is the highest form of flattery

You know you're popular when you're being ripped off.

:-)

Misplaced Nerves

Last night, I timidly accepted an invitation to join 30 or so other Los Angeles bloggers for a face-to-face meet up over drinks. Did I really want to reveal myself in that way?

Then I realized that in the past 5 days I have been interviewed by the BBC, a handful of local and national newspapers, and a radio station in South America.

Perhaps my identity's not so much of a secret anymore...