Well I guess that’s not happening now that the LAPD have found a head, two hands and two feet in Bronson Canyon Park near the sign…
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My grandpa came into town to help me move out and so I took him to the Hollywood Bowl overlook, which I’ve written about before.
Photography by me and my dad, composed with Diptic for iPhone. February 2012.
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The Night My Life Turned Into A Sitcom
My Friday night started out with dinner at Loteria Grill in Hollywood with two friends, including the lovely AJ (also a Tumblr-er). Loteria has some of the best margaritas I’ve had, ever. I’m not a huge marg fan, but these contained just the right amount of tequila and weren’t too sour. So we ordered a pitcher, for three of us.
Then after a two-hour dinner of chatting, gossiping and - most importantly of all - eating (I had delicious tacos and amazingly tasty rice, even though it looks like plain white rice), I exit the restaurant to discover I’ve parked in a tow zone. Awesome.
Perfect way to end a great dinner with friends. Not.
Thankfully AJ knew where the Hollywood tow lot was, and we swung by to discover they had my car and would return it to me for the low low price of $268.
Let’s take a moment of silence for nearly $300 that could’ve been at least three gorgeous blouses from Anthropologie. We could’ve been great together.
After liberating my car from the pokey, AJ and I met up with her guy friends at the original and truly tiny Cabo Cantina in West Hollywood, but decided to walk down the street to Saddle Ranch. Already from the name you can tell it’s a classy joint, so classy there’s a mechanical bull in the middle of the bar.
Little did I know that my car being towed wouldn’t be the only traumatic incident of the night. I ran into a pair of guys who I haven’t seen or spoken to in at least a year. One of whom can only be described by this ADELE song and this Lady Antebellum song. You get the picture. And the other one, well this song describes him perfectly. Not a pair I was in any way prepared to run into, at Saddle Ranch no less.
But I put on my big girl pants, said the obligatory, “Hi!” with big smiles and hugs for both. Then I proceeded to enjoy the rest of my night. Don’t get me wrong, I was shaking (physically and emotionally) but I think that’s a sign of growing up that you get better at “faking it ‘til you make it.” I’ve always been a “heart on my sleeve” person, but lately I’ve come to realize there’s something to putting on a brave face. One of the boys even rode the mechanical bull to cheer me up.
Unfortunately there was no laugh track in the background of this dark comedy, only ’90s music and cheers whenever someone fell off the bull. This was my life that night.
It was raining when I left the bar that night. Straight out of a sitcom.
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I don’t normally talk about my job, other than to say it’s fabulous. But this past weekend I attended one of the Golden Globes after parties, specifically the one thrown by the Weinstein Company. If you don’t live in LA or work in the industry or watch Entourage, you will most likely have no idea who Harvey Weinstein is or what the Weinstein Co. does. But all you have to know is that the Globes were a big night for them. Their movies The Artist, The Iron Lady and My Week With Marilyn all won Globes and they were celebrating to the max with crystal chandeliers, champagne flowing freely and celebs dressed to the nines laughing and chatting.
I saw Heidi Klum, Gerard Butler, Rob Lowe, Lindsay Lohan, Viola Davis, Cameron Diaz and of course the stars of my favorite film of the year “The Artist,” Jean Dujardin, Berenice Bejo and the director Michel Hazanavicius.
My night was epic, one I’ll never forget! Here are the only two pics I snapped on my little iPhone.
Photography by me. January 2012.
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Harvard and Stone
Not necessarily the most creative name, the bar’s on Harvard Street and the exterior of the building is stone, but the interior is a mix of dungeon (not in the S&M or creepy ways), nautical, go-go dancers and hipsters. Quite a strange cocktail.
Harvard & Stone offers live music, but there isn’t a cover (score!). The band was so-so but the music the bar played when the band took breaks was much better, especially since the band played so loud it was difficult to carry on a conversation.
I ordered the delicious Frequency Fizz, a concoction of gin, lime and black currant juices, sugar and ginger ale that was worth the $11.
However, if you’re ordering at the bar, watch out for the go-go dancers who tend to appear out of nowhere, take over the bar and accidentally kick you as you’re paying for your expensive drinks. True story.
Photograph by me. December 2011.
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I’m mature enough to admit that I’ve been quite a celeb gawker in my past. In college PerezHilton.com was one of my most frequented sites, but my interest in celebs seemed to wane once I was writing and hearing about them on a daily basis at my job.
With that said, there’s one place I’ve always wanted to go – Chateau Marmont. A couple of weeks ago, for work, I attended an amfAR event at the Chateau which promised to be as star-studded as the hotel’s past. (John Belushi died in the Chateau; Greta Garbo, Howard Hughes and Vivien Leigh lived there for periods; F. Scott Fitzgerald had a heart attack there; and much, much more.)
So when I showed up, dressed to the nines since it was a gala, I was excited and nervous to be in such a famous place with so many people. I knew I’d see Sandra Bullock and Andy Cohen (of Bravo) but I didn’t know the caliber of people I’d see. I walked past Colin Ferrell at the bar talking to Rose McGowan, I even told Garcelle Beauvais that I thought her dress was beautiful. The highlight of the evening was seeing Sandra Bullock chatting it up with Sean Penn. If only she’d brought her adorable son Louie, then my life would’ve been complete.
After adjusting to the glamor of it all, I explored. The Chateau is aptly named because everything in it is opulent and expensive from the bar to the rooms to the restaurant’s bathroom.
It made my celeb- and opulence-loving heart swoon, and I’m glad to have been there. However, I need to stock up on some more exquisite clothing before I can return.
Photography by me. October 2011.
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The Paramount Pictures sign on the Paramount lot in Hollywood during the day and at night.
Photograph by me, daytime taken with Hipstamatic for iPhone. October 2011.
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The lobby of the W hotel in Hollywood made me and my friend feel like glamorous cosmopolitan women when we had a drink there one Thursday night.
Photograph by me, taken with Instagram for iPhone. Sept. 2011.
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After an afternoon at The Standard in downtown L.A., we headed to meet a couple of other friends at The Hollywood Roosevelt. The pool at the Roosevelt has a re-done 1970s vibe with a swanky pool-side bar.
