Saturday, March 28, 2009

Daylon's Bedtime

I have no idea who the hell Daylon is, however it is getting close to my bedtime and therefore...

Ingredients for a cocktail to lull you to sleep...

2.5 oz Vanilla Vodka
.5 oz Triple Sec
2.5 oz 7-Up

Pour Vodka into a glass, add the Triple Sec, then add 7-Up to taste.
Hope that after the cocktail's done, I will have an easy time falling asleep.

The irony is that I work at 7am tomorrow morning and I'm not tired and can't seem to fall asleep. The irony is that I worked close to 12 hours today, was running around like a chicken with my head cut off ALL DAY LONG, and yet I'm still awake. The irony is that now, as I am typing this, my eyelids seem to be closing.

My analysis is that writing puts me to sleep? That doesn't make any sense at all! ;)

As for the fact that I have been away from the blog for a few days, I have been working on a documentary screenplay idea that I am trying to formulate into a script, and I'm still plugging away at my children's book. Finally, I have a really hot new scene for my romance novel that I am still trying to flesh out. All the details are there, its just a matter of making it as enjoyable to read as it is and was to do...

And with that, I'm finally dozing off.

More to come soon. Definitely before Vegas on Sunday night for an early birthday EXTRAVAGANZA!


Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Blue POLARbear

Ingredients for a completely bi-polar day:

1 oz vodka
1 oz chilled blue peppermint schnapps
1 dash of crushed ice

Shake Schnapps and Vodka together until well mixed, add ice, shake lightly and then pour the thing into a glass, shoot it, and realize that your problems are completely what you make of them and definitely need to be put into perspective. OFTEN.

Watchmen. WORST MOVIE EVER. Let's start with that. Soft core porn to an atrocious version of Rufus Wainwright's Hallelujah is not so much fun, especially when you are sitting next to your date (second date) and you aren't at that point in your relationship yet. For that matter, you aren't even holding hands during the movie. Aside from the silly movie where arms were chainsawed off and sex was awkward, I had a lovely night. After the movie Michael Calderara (yes...that's his last name....worse than Rude? I think NOT!) walked around Hollywood and got pizza and talked till midnight and had a fabulous evening and I even got a little peck at the end. :)

With that said, I had a fairly routine day at work. Just 10.5 hours of nothing new. Hard work and a lot of it, but a redeeming, completely unexpected $20 tip. :) What wasn't the most routine part of my day was calling and talking to Jordan. WHO I LOVE and I LOVE TALKING TO. I could make that a routine part of my day, but both of us are always so crazy busy that it is a joy, if only weekly.

Jordan is always brutally honest with me. Thank GOD. After my sob fest on the phone with him about how selfish and self-absorbed I am when I get caught up in my own insecurities, especially living here in LA by myself, I came to the realization that I have some AMAZING things working for me, and I AM NOT allowed to be bi-polar and depressed.

I forget the fact that I have a job in this ridiculous economy and I got taken out on a wonderful date last night. I have friends who surround me, and I live with cable and food in my fairly newly furnished apartment. There is NOTHING for me to complain about. Jordan is a godsend for listening to me and making me realize that.

As a side note, I am glad that ANTM and IDOL kicked off the people that I wanted them to kick off. Now to FRIENDS for a mood-picker-upper and bed. Work at 6am is MIGHTY EARLY...


Monday, March 16, 2009

Cloud 9

Ingredients for an absolutely wonderful day:

1 oz Frangelico
3 oz vodka
1 oz chocolate syrup
4 cups coffee
1 cup milk
10 cubes ice
2 tablespoons sugar
Top with whipped cream

Blend all ingredients together in a blender until ice is well chopped. Pour in a coffee mug and top with a generous amount of whipped cream.

One of the most amazing things about living alone is the fact that I can be naked all the time. I love cooking naked and getting ready while naked and eating naked. I happened to be getting ready while naked yesterday and who should call, but the guy I went on a date with on Friday night. He TOTALLY asked me out on another date! Tomorrow night we are going to see the big blue penis in Watchmen and then maybe out for a drink. After he hung up, I danced naked around my living room. :)

Following that, I cleaned my apartment a bit, went out for frozen yogurt with Ali, bought a box of my favorite Girl Scout Cookies (TAGALONGS!) and proceeded to spend the rest of the night at Cam's with Melly. We made dinner (pasta, green beans and chicken), dessert (An amazing chocolate swirled with cream cheese cookie bar), and watched RuPaul's Drag Race (which, if you haven't seen, you must start watching immediately. It's on LOGO and it is drag queens who complete challenges like on ANTM. The show is absolutely FIERCE!)

Needless to say after a day like that, I was on cloud 10. It's a much better place to hang out than cloud 9, although I thought a drink aptly named "Cloud 9" would be quite fitting.

For the remainder of my last day off before 8 days of straight work, I will be doing a spreadsheet (for work...actually), cleaning my room, and going to see Liz and a bunch of amazing people for her birthday dinner. Glorious!


Sunday, March 15, 2009

Shut the Hell Up

Ingredients for a REALLY bad theatrical production of "A Chorus Line."
.5 oz Bacardi 151 proof
1 oz Crown Royale
1 oz Jager
.5 oz Everclear
Squirt of Grenadine

Pour Jager at the bottom of the glass.
Mix Crown, Everclear & 151 separately to layer on top of the Jager.
Splash the grenadine.
Pray that the actors STOP singing.

Underwhelmed doesn't even begin to cover it. Singing was not the strong suit of the show. For that matter, neither was dancing. Being that the show is about DANCERS, one would think that an important aspect of the show would know...DANCING. Very disappointing.

I spent the night at Cambria and Laura's apartment last night after Cam and I left the Fiesta Cantina. (For those that don't know, the Fiesta Cantina is one of the gayest bars in L.A. with 2-4-1 drinks everynight from 1030 on.) I had never seen so many beautiful queers in one place in my whole life. (And that is saying something considering that I grew up surrounded by them at the theaters where I did shows!) The walls even had paintings of gorgeously speedoed hunks. On top of the cheap booze, the evening was lovely because of the company I kept while at the bar. :)

This morning I endulged in champagne brunch with my girls at around noon and then a nice long nap to sleep off the bottle and a half that I had to drink. What a glorious Saturday.


Friday, March 13, 2009

Dazed and Confuzed

Recipie for a good first date:
1 oz Tequila
1 oz lemon juice
Shake with ice.

Los Angeles. Center for every 20 something person in California to go out on a Friday night and get ridiculously wasted.

Los Angeles. The OTHER city that never sleeps.

Los Angeles. The most difficult place in the world to meet people other than those you work with, due to the pure and simple logic that everyone drives everywhere.

See, here's the problem: People at clubs are either ashamedly handsome and completely full of themselves, or quite unattractive and try to hit on you, thinking that they are in fact, the shit. Regardless of the type, any girl who comes to LA looking for love is tragically going to be looking forever, if not longer. Enter "GooddateLA".

Now, I'm seriously one to judge. I am. I mean, I am the kinda girl who will sit in judgement of the types of people that join online dating services. HOWEVER, with that said, I met a boy. A nice, amazing southern boy who pulled out my chair and paid for dinner and knew exactly how to end the evening...A kiss on the cheek and a hug with the awesome open ended invitation for a second date. And I couldn't be more thrilled.

More to come, just know that Ketchup on Sunset Blvd not only has good Vegetarian Lasagna, they have a good ambiance for flying sparks and handsome boys.

Monday, March 9, 2009

The Orange Curtain

I lived in Orange County until I was 22 years old, behind the "Orange Curtain" as I have fondly come to call it. My life growing up was spent completely oblivious to the fact that there was civilization outside the bubble. I didn't know that in the "real world," botoxed stay-at-home-moms weren't the norm and people who owned 5-bedroom houses with pools and yards were fortunate and spoiled.

An example of the sheltering that is my adolescence: there were no homeless people in the city where I went to college because the Irvine police department picked them up, gave them $5 to not return, and moved them from Irvine to Santa Ana (a neighboring, far less classy city). I think in all of my 22 years behind the veil, I maybe saw 2 people sleeping on the street.

When I landed a job in Hollywood I vowed to hate living here. My first premonition was that it was dirty and too crowded with too many cars and that there were too many homeless people living on the street and that I didn't feel safe walking in the dark and that everyone was out to get me(the list could go on and on and on). Little did I know that after only a few months of living in a place all my own, LA and I became BFF's. Yes, there are too many homeless people living on the street, but believe or not after talking with some of them, they WANT to be homeless. Yes, I don't feel safe walking in the dark, but that's why I drive everywhere. Yes, there are too many cars, but see previous point...I'm not the only one who doesn't feel safe walking around the city.

I mean...let's be honest.Where else in the world can you eat somewhere different for dinner, EVERY NIGHT for literally the rest of your life? Where else in the world can you walk into the Arclight and see Vince Vaughn? Where else in the world do you get to see the pre-screenings of movies before they are out for all the public to see?

The only other place I know is the only other place I've lived. New York City was my home for a quarter of college, and someday, I'm sure I will move back again. I love the rush of the subways and Canal Street and the high-rise skyscrapers and the Broadway shows and the people and the carts on the corners and the fact that it snows. But in all my time in the city, not once did I ever have a fear of walking alone. Not once did I ever hate commuting by train. Not once did I hate seeing a Broadway show (yes, there were some bad ones, but they were all still magnificent pieces of art in their own respects).

After developing a dear love for the city known as Los Angeles, even though I claimed I wouldn't I have realized that I am not the only one in the world who recognizes the solid difference between the two BEST cities in the US of A. Alec Baldwin explains the dichotomy perfectly and therefore.....drumroll...........

His Conan interview:

Alec: You're going to live in LA...YOU IDIOT!

Alec: LA is so much different than New York.

Conan: Ok...tell us. What is the difference? I mean people love to talk about this, but in your estimation what is the difference between NY and LA?

Alec: In LA you have to drive everywhere. You gotta drive to go to the bathroom. I mean you get in your car to go to the bathroom...but the other thing is that in LA, people are very showbiz-y, cozy. You know if you had like the worst TV show in the world...if I did like Alec Baldwin, LOVE BUS. The reality show with me and a bunch of middle aged women and they're competing to be my lover. You're in LA and people won't even see the show but they'll read the trades and be like...hey Alec. How you doing man? LOVE BUS! Great man! You're looking great! Everything's great!

Conan: Everything is great no matter what?!

Alec: Everything is great if you're in show biz. Like when you're in New York, you're in a cab and you could have done Shakespeare in the Park and the driver will be like..."Alec, i saw you at the public the other night. What happened Alec? It was terrible. You didn't seem to be in control of all your faculties when you were out there."

Conan: They just give it to you straight.

Alec: "I mean you're no Ray Fines, Alec."

Conan: You don't get that!

Alec: But I mean, people in NY have an opinion.

Conan: And you are exposed to it because you're out there. You go, you get a bagel, you're not in your car, you're not insulated.

Alec: You're not insulated. (EXACTLY!)

Conan: I can't wait to be insulated....


Sunday, March 8, 2009

a baby panda diaper cake!

So here are the pictures of the diaper cake that I made...

The cake is comprised of diapers, bibs, socks, teething toys, three bottles holding the bottom two layers together and a rubber ducky which holds dirty diaper trash bags...
so silly!


Oh Stephen King, how I adore thee. Isn't this an amazing quote? I almost want to change my blog to read this as the title...

The biggest problem for me is not the actual writing. That always seems to flow out of my fingertips. The biggest problem I face when trying to write is the lack of time and energy I have when I get home at ridiculous hours or when I choose to start writing before I go to bed at almost 2 in the morning...
3 in the morning. Fucking daylight savings time. I like the one in the fall. Its the spring one that really screws us over. I don't like losing an hour of sleep, thank you very much.

So today I went to the first of MANY baby showers that I will be attending in the next month or so. I decorated the house and make a three layer diaper cake. I don't know how to add pictures on here yet. When I do, I will post a few of the cake and the party. All in all it was a huge success and I am quite excited to see lots of new little ones brought into this world, especially by my friends.

Analogy: Kristen's Friends: excellent parents.

I have a theory. You can tell whether or not someone is going to be a good parent by the name that they choose for the child. Catherine Novella, Olivia, and Henry James. In all three cases I have a feeling the children are safe from ridicule.

I carpooled with my friend Teresa to the shower this morning and back again this evening at the end of the shower. She is an inspiration and a wonderful force to be around. Our conversations were enlightening to the point of leaving me wanting to serve my community more than I do already. (I made myself sound self-righteous there and I apologize. My intent was explaining that in addition to Secret Acts of Caring [my non-profit organization, I could be doing so much more for people on a day to day basis in places like Santa Monica and Venice.)
With Teresa there was a lack of superficiality. We could be honest and completely judgment-less. So refreshing.

Although I could novel about this process for quite sometime, I'm taking my refreshing self and falling asleep to gear up for the big day tomorrow.


Thursday, March 5, 2009


This is hanging in the cubicle of the person whose desk I am sharing today and I thought I would write it down to embrace its ideals...

"Acceptance is the answer to all my problems today. When I am disturbed it is because I find some person, place, thing or situation - some fact of life - unacceptable to me. I can find no serenity until I accept that person, place, thing or situation as being exactly the way it is supposed to be at this moment. Absolutely nothing happens in this world by mistake and unless I accept life completely on life's terms I cannot be happy. I need to concentrate not so much on what needs to be changed in the world as on what needs to be changed in me and in my attitude. When I stopped living the problem and began living the solution the problem eventually went away. Acceptance is the answer."

Now back to work. More later. :)


Wednesday, March 4, 2009

Hello Gorgeous...

Isn't that a wonderful way to start a phone conversation? One of the many loves of my life answers the phone that way when I call. (And I have a pretty fantastic feeling its only when I call.) :)
How can that NOT put you in a good mood? I mean...let's be honest.

This post will remain quite concise and to the point, only because I have to get up quite early for work in the morning and I have a big day ahead of me what with trying to lotto RENT and find time to go to the gym for 2.5 seconds.

Work today consisted of a training class that was far too basic for myself as well as all of the supervisors at my property, but I digress.
The highlight of my evening was driving an hour to get to a yoga studio in Santa Monica. Power Yoga, a donation based studio, forces me to take a really refreshing look at centering my body and soul (I sound SO incredibly hippie right now and for that I apologize to those of us in generations X & Y who don't get off on the ideas of peace and love). I didn't like the teacher as much this evening as I did the night before, but I am finding that most of the time I favor men as teachers over women.
TANGENT: The exception to this rule would be Carol Burke, PhD professor of journalism at University of California, Irvine. This is one of the women I respect most in this world, and one day I aspire to be half the writer she has become. Plus, she really liked me, and anyone who really likes you is always nice to have around, right?
Now back to my half eaten lettuce wrapped Boca Burger, and my DVR for some much needed Chuck, and American Idol finalists.

I depart with these words of wisdom... "A hypocrite is a person who - but who isn't?" - Don Marquis


Tuesday, March 3, 2009