Sunday, June 12, 2011
Wednesday, May 11, 2011
Lori's big break
Saturday, March 12, 2011
finding what you're looking for when you're not looking for it
my last post was on valentine's day. right after i finished writing, i went to meet a dude for coffee at the new intelligencia in pasadena and then spent the rest of the day with him eating chili cheese fries from johnny rockets and having beers at the pub nearby. the next day, i went with a different dude to el cid for my first moth storytelling event, which is amazing and which i will be attending again this coming tuesday and at which i sighted a sorta celebrity (this dude from mean girls). afterward, we went to night gallery where some other dudes i know were exhibiting some work. there was some free wine. then, on the next day, wednesday, sue took me to the music box to see papercuts and beach house. after the show, we hung out with the bands back stage which was actually a real back stage with dressing rooms and fancy frescos on the wall. and then sue dropped me off at jumbo's clown room where i had some beers with a couple of dudes (one of them being barclay who throws dollar bills like bread crumbs at ducks) and then we went to pipers, a 24 hour diner in koreatown that is strangely and awesomely decorated with knights and has linguine in seafood sauce on the menu which the other dude who was not barclay ordered. i had an avocado bacon burger at 4 a.m. and then tweeted this:
i also tweeted a funny thing barclay said the next day, although i do not remember the context: "if I start crying uncontrollably, just hand me a roast beef sandwich."
the next day was february 17 and i met marilyn manson. he's apparently friends with aviva's cousin's girlfriend who is also friends with another friend of aviva's, this dude named john roberts who is a hilarious character actor who you may have seen in such videos as christmas tree mom and does the mom's voice on the new cartoon show bob's burgers.
before we went, aviva and i ordered fancy pizza from pizzeria mozza which i could tell would have been good if we had dined in instead. the next day, alison left for france so i was on deafinitely duty. the yummy dude that i had coffee with on that monday came to pick me up for sushi at this weird mexican fusion place in echo park and brought me miniature cupcakes from a fancy place near his studio in pasadena of which i ate two: one strawberry lemonade and one coconut lime. the other three were red velvet, choco peanut butter, and another chocolate something. i did not get to eat these because definitely ate them instead, which i did not notice until after i got back from brunch with Nikki at Alcove (funny Nikki quote: "Crouching burger hidden french fry") and then had a miniature heart attack and called every vet office alison had left me a number for plus every emergency vet clinic i could find and all the people i knew who had any experience with dogs. she was fine until she had a diarrhea explosion in the middle of the night that was disgustorama but totally my fault. in the future, i will take the vet's advice and feed her chicken and rice for every meal to solidify what comes out of her butt.
the next day was monday and i had a second meeting at another sushi place (Echi in West Hollywood) with a bunch of livingsocial folks with whom i now work. the ice breaker question was "which pop star would you be?" and i said "j. lo because i am tone deaf." which got a big laugh. this was the third night in a row I'd had japanese food...the friday before my mexican sushi was spent at LACMA during free hours with barclay and then dinner at a place called izakaya haru ulala downtown which i totally thought barclay was making up the name for because it sounds like gibberish so i didn't qualify which izakaya when i invited stacy to meet us so she ended up all the way in culver city before i stood corrected. she and i had drinks at the dresden after dinner and i almost fell asleep at the table like an asshole while she was telling me a riveting story. sometimes i am a bad friend and stretch myself too thin after having stuffed myself for days on end.
so i just wrote about one week so far in this post. yeesh. i started a full time job on 2/22 and did the livingsocial events on two saturdays but i've still managed to fit in a lot of deliciousness in my off hours. one dinner of note was home made pork ragu with an ice cream topped with rhubarb compote and homemade peanut brittle. another dinner featured traditional vietnamese beef soup that someone's literal mom made at his house for a party of 15 or something. and there was another dinner involving buttermilk brined fried chicken and truffle oil mashed potatoes.
a couple of days ago i was looking for something in my mary poppins purse and i couldn't find it. looking looking looking. then i gave up and a few minutes later i had to go into my big stupid purse again to get something else and the first thing i pulled out was the thing i was looking for in the first place. i think this is an apt analogy for my life right now. looking looking looking. stop looking. find it. life is good right now, dudes. life is gewd.
"woke up this morning wearing 3 wristbands and with a hazy memory of eating a guacamole bacon burger at 4 a.m."
10:12 AM Feb 17th via web
i also tweeted a funny thing barclay said the next day, although i do not remember the context: "if I start crying uncontrollably, just hand me a roast beef sandwich."
the next day was february 17 and i met marilyn manson. he's apparently friends with aviva's cousin's girlfriend who is also friends with another friend of aviva's, this dude named john roberts who is a hilarious character actor who you may have seen in such videos as christmas tree mom and does the mom's voice on the new cartoon show bob's burgers.
before we went, aviva and i ordered fancy pizza from pizzeria mozza which i could tell would have been good if we had dined in instead. the next day, alison left for france so i was on deafinitely duty. the yummy dude that i had coffee with on that monday came to pick me up for sushi at this weird mexican fusion place in echo park and brought me miniature cupcakes from a fancy place near his studio in pasadena of which i ate two: one strawberry lemonade and one coconut lime. the other three were red velvet, choco peanut butter, and another chocolate something. i did not get to eat these because definitely ate them instead, which i did not notice until after i got back from brunch with Nikki at Alcove (funny Nikki quote: "Crouching burger hidden french fry") and then had a miniature heart attack and called every vet office alison had left me a number for plus every emergency vet clinic i could find and all the people i knew who had any experience with dogs. she was fine until she had a diarrhea explosion in the middle of the night that was disgustorama but totally my fault. in the future, i will take the vet's advice and feed her chicken and rice for every meal to solidify what comes out of her butt.
the next day was monday and i had a second meeting at another sushi place (Echi in West Hollywood) with a bunch of livingsocial folks with whom i now work. the ice breaker question was "which pop star would you be?" and i said "j. lo because i am tone deaf." which got a big laugh. this was the third night in a row I'd had japanese food...the friday before my mexican sushi was spent at LACMA during free hours with barclay and then dinner at a place called izakaya haru ulala downtown which i totally thought barclay was making up the name for because it sounds like gibberish so i didn't qualify which izakaya when i invited stacy to meet us so she ended up all the way in culver city before i stood corrected. she and i had drinks at the dresden after dinner and i almost fell asleep at the table like an asshole while she was telling me a riveting story. sometimes i am a bad friend and stretch myself too thin after having stuffed myself for days on end.
so i just wrote about one week so far in this post. yeesh. i started a full time job on 2/22 and did the livingsocial events on two saturdays but i've still managed to fit in a lot of deliciousness in my off hours. one dinner of note was home made pork ragu with an ice cream topped with rhubarb compote and homemade peanut brittle. another dinner featured traditional vietnamese beef soup that someone's literal mom made at his house for a party of 15 or something. and there was another dinner involving buttermilk brined fried chicken and truffle oil mashed potatoes.
a couple of days ago i was looking for something in my mary poppins purse and i couldn't find it. looking looking looking. then i gave up and a few minutes later i had to go into my big stupid purse again to get something else and the first thing i pulled out was the thing i was looking for in the first place. i think this is an apt analogy for my life right now. looking looking looking. stop looking. find it. life is good right now, dudes. life is gewd.
Monday, February 14, 2011
Walking in LA...
nobody walks in LA
I do not have a car but have been able to get around to the places I want to go in Los Angeles fairly easily. One major card I carry in my favor is my fantastic personality which comes in handy when I ask for rides. The other advantage of having to ride with other people to most places is that the burden does not rest on me to decide where we go or when or how long we stay. Of course I contribute my opinion when called for, but I don't feel that strong sense of responsibility. Yesterday, for example, I did not go anywhere during the day because (beyond being unbearable tired) I did not have the means to go anywhere. So, I took care of some housework that I've been avoiding like laundry, sweeping, and clearing a clogged drain. Then, Heather called and whisked me off to dinner at Legend (she doesn't like bean sprouts) and to Kate/Nikki's reading series at Paul/Daniel's studio on the east side. H made the executive decision to leave right when I got a call from Barc, so she dropped me off at his place where I drank whisky, watched Keyboard Cat play You Make My Dreams Come True, and fell asleep mid-sentence.
I got the most spectacular night of sleep in recent history, actually, after not having slept a lick on Saturday night. We'd spent the day at the beach (no complaints here!) --after I made a zucchini frittata and cumin homefries for breakfast with Lori-- and then had several beers at VBW before 9pm. So by the time we were deciding whether to go out, I was ready for bed. Friday night was equally exciting: I volunteered at Lori's Break the Cycle Unmasquerade (keeping all negative commentary to myself) and was home just after 10pm. It's official. I am retired from partying.
I do not have a car but have been able to get around to the places I want to go in Los Angeles fairly easily. One major card I carry in my favor is my fantastic personality which comes in handy when I ask for rides. The other advantage of having to ride with other people to most places is that the burden does not rest on me to decide where we go or when or how long we stay. Of course I contribute my opinion when called for, but I don't feel that strong sense of responsibility. Yesterday, for example, I did not go anywhere during the day because (beyond being unbearable tired) I did not have the means to go anywhere. So, I took care of some housework that I've been avoiding like laundry, sweeping, and clearing a clogged drain. Then, Heather called and whisked me off to dinner at Legend (she doesn't like bean sprouts) and to Kate/Nikki's reading series at Paul/Daniel's studio on the east side. H made the executive decision to leave right when I got a call from Barc, so she dropped me off at his place where I drank whisky, watched Keyboard Cat play You Make My Dreams Come True, and fell asleep mid-sentence.
I got the most spectacular night of sleep in recent history, actually, after not having slept a lick on Saturday night. We'd spent the day at the beach (no complaints here!) --after I made a zucchini frittata and cumin homefries for breakfast with Lori-- and then had several beers at VBW before 9pm. So by the time we were deciding whether to go out, I was ready for bed. Friday night was equally exciting: I volunteered at Lori's Break the Cycle Unmasquerade (keeping all negative commentary to myself) and was home just after 10pm. It's official. I am retired from partying.
Sunday, February 6, 2011
cosmic
so the last couple of weeks have been weird. I'll just leave it at that.
the food, though, has been great, of course.
tonight, i had pupusas from this el salvadorian restaurante called las tunas where you can get pupusas for $.99 on martes y miercoles (yes i know it's saturday but i had a hankering and didn't feel like cooking). i didn't feel like going anywhere sit down, fancy either after this epic three course feast at night+market, a thai place on sunset that belongs to my roommate's friend's (both of whom are my friends) boyfriend's friend. you can see some notes and photos on the supplemental site fattractive.com. the rest of today i pretty much spent on my roof eating chips and guac and ice cream--getting a tan on my back!
World's Most Obnoxious Kid - Watch more Funny Videos
yesterday i went to the prince after an art thing (la cienegas projects) after a comedy thing (pftompkins and maya rudolph as hg wells and anais nin at UCB) with this new friend meg who is a comedian that i met because we both got jobs at livingsocial and we were each other's favorite. i had a beer before she picked me up and i think i might have told her some embarrassing secrets. but, i think the pants on this guy at the prince totally washed our minds blank of anything that happened or was said before it.
seriously, look at these pants.
let's see...what else? i've gone hiking a lot with another new friend barclay and deafinitely and found a place for $1 tacos with my ex-step-cousin/neighbor laci. laci and i also took advantage of a foursquare deal for free lattes at yogozone that i first cashed in on with her sister and also my ex-step-cousin/neighbor lori. lori and i had come up with a food party concept that you can see notes about on fattractive.com called dinner without borders. this still needs some fleshing, but i am also working on another concept called comedia dell (dinner) partay with dishes like miso corny, my hammy vice, rubber chicken a la king, and cream pie in the face (or some variation that she would magically work up with her le cordon bleu training).
oh and i went to a beer making party and malibu wines last weekend, the latter being in the most beautiful countryside i've ever seen. the former smelling really bad.
the food, though, has been great, of course.
tonight, i had pupusas from this el salvadorian restaurante called las tunas where you can get pupusas for $.99 on martes y miercoles (yes i know it's saturday but i had a hankering and didn't feel like cooking). i didn't feel like going anywhere sit down, fancy either after this epic three course feast at night+market, a thai place on sunset that belongs to my roommate's friend's (both of whom are my friends) boyfriend's friend. you can see some notes and photos on the supplemental site fattractive.com. the rest of today i pretty much spent on my roof eating chips and guac and ice cream--getting a tan on my back!
World's Most Obnoxious Kid - Watch more Funny Videos
yesterday i went to the prince after an art thing (la cienegas projects) after a comedy thing (pftompkins and maya rudolph as hg wells and anais nin at UCB) with this new friend meg who is a comedian that i met because we both got jobs at livingsocial and we were each other's favorite. i had a beer before she picked me up and i think i might have told her some embarrassing secrets. but, i think the pants on this guy at the prince totally washed our minds blank of anything that happened or was said before it.
seriously, look at these pants.
let's see...what else? i've gone hiking a lot with another new friend barclay and deafinitely and found a place for $1 tacos with my ex-step-cousin/neighbor laci. laci and i also took advantage of a foursquare deal for free lattes at yogozone that i first cashed in on with her sister and also my ex-step-cousin/neighbor lori. lori and i had come up with a food party concept that you can see notes about on fattractive.com called dinner without borders. this still needs some fleshing, but i am also working on another concept called comedia dell (dinner) partay with dishes like miso corny, my hammy vice, rubber chicken a la king, and cream pie in the face (or some variation that she would magically work up with her le cordon bleu training).
oh and i went to a beer making party and malibu wines last weekend, the latter being in the most beautiful countryside i've ever seen. the former smelling really bad.
Saturday, January 22, 2011
The Story Never Ends
I shouldn't be blogging right now. I should be cleaning for my swap meet tomorrow. I should be grocery shopping for dinner with Lori and Heather tonight. I should be sending a couple of very important emails.
But if I don't blog about it, will I know if it ever really happened?
Carla came to town last weekend and I thought I was going to follow the Burt itinerary pretty closely. Boy howdy was I wrong! Turns out, male and female guests want different adventures. Plus, they are fundamentally different people. Go figure.
So, here's what I did with Carla:
Friday
1:30 pm Laci takes me to LAX to pick up Carla thinking it won't take more than 30 minutes to get there. We forget that we live in LA and that it is about lunchtime on a Friday.
3pm go to the Eames House
listen to some interesting facts about Charles and Ray. Walk around the grounds a little. Admire the giant crossword puzzle in the garage.
4pm eat prepared salads at Huckleberry
5pm head back to Koreatown like knuckleheads forgetting that it is rushhour on a Friday!
7pm go to Cottage Home, drink some Tecates, admire "art"
8pm go to Silver Lake to see if we can find another gallery. turns out to be a house party with younguns. Decide to go get a drink at Tiki Ti instead. Listen to whole bar chant ooga booga many times.
then we went to Gold Room to meet up with Stacy and then we did not go to a party with her that she just told me recently was awesome.
Saturday
9a.m. hiking in griffith park turned into a 2 hour kinda nightmare. everything was fine at first when we entered at Trails cafe on the west side of the park, but then in my infinite wisdom I chose the path less travelled for our decent and we ended up at the Greek Theatre on the east side of the park. neither of us had our phones so we tried to find our way back to Trails by instinct and asking everyone along the way. only problem is that Carla had never been there before, I have no sense of direction, and everyone we asked was either a tourist or just as bad as me. The park ranger was the worst! He sent us through this narrow tunnel where we almost got hit by several cars. We ended up going back up to the observatory and heading back down the same path we came up except Deafinitely, Alison's dog, was so exhausted that she kept dramatically plopping herself on the ground making everyone else on the hike think we were these awful animal torturers.
noon finally got back to civilization and had breakfast at Millie's
and did some shopping in Silver Lake with Laci before she got called away to let Lori back into their apartment.
Later that night, Carla and I met up with her old friend Kellany and her husband Joel who both work in the industry doing after effects. K works on the show V and Joel worked on Tron! The restaurant, Road to Seoul, was pretty smokey but the meat was delish.
Sunday
brunch at Square One
personality tests at the church of Scientology (i will scan in my results someday soon)
exploring hollywood boulevard and Space 1520's pop up flea where Carla bought a skirt and we got magical wish bracelets
We met back up with Laci who drove us over to Rodeo Drive and we perused the Prada store and took touristy pictures in front of Harry Winston. Then Laci took us on an epic scenic route through Laurel Canyon and Mullholland Drive where we ooohed and aahed at the vast expanse of Los Angeles and remarked on how Carla had so far only seen a tiny sliver of it. Let's face it, I have only seen a sliver so far, too.
That night, we went to Pollo ala Brasa, a tiny Peruvian chicken spot very close to where I live. A girl I met through this guy at the LATimes had made plans with me to have sushi that night but seemed cool with the switch in plans (Carla is Peruvian and couldn't NOT go). When the girl arrived, we were digging on COW HEARTS, like the most carnivorous meal possible, and she revealed that she is a vegetarian. Yeesh.
Then we went and saw a band play at the Troubadour. Then we passed out immediately (or I did, at least).
Monday
I had to go to Pasadena so dropped Carla off in Old Town so she could shop while I was otherwise engaged. I then picked her up with the car I've been driving and we broke down on the highway. Nikki came tosave our lives pick us up and take Carla to the airport. I love Nikki. She swoops in like a guardian angel when I don't even know I need one.
El fin.
But if I don't blog about it, will I know if it ever really happened?
Carla came to town last weekend and I thought I was going to follow the Burt itinerary pretty closely. Boy howdy was I wrong! Turns out, male and female guests want different adventures. Plus, they are fundamentally different people. Go figure.
So, here's what I did with Carla:
Friday
1:30 pm Laci takes me to LAX to pick up Carla thinking it won't take more than 30 minutes to get there. We forget that we live in LA and that it is about lunchtime on a Friday.
3pm go to the Eames House
listen to some interesting facts about Charles and Ray. Walk around the grounds a little. Admire the giant crossword puzzle in the garage.
4pm eat prepared salads at Huckleberry
5pm head back to Koreatown like knuckleheads forgetting that it is rushhour on a Friday!
7pm go to Cottage Home, drink some Tecates, admire "art"
8pm go to Silver Lake to see if we can find another gallery. turns out to be a house party with younguns. Decide to go get a drink at Tiki Ti instead. Listen to whole bar chant ooga booga many times.
then we went to Gold Room to meet up with Stacy and then we did not go to a party with her that she just told me recently was awesome.
Saturday
9a.m. hiking in griffith park turned into a 2 hour kinda nightmare. everything was fine at first when we entered at Trails cafe on the west side of the park, but then in my infinite wisdom I chose the path less travelled for our decent and we ended up at the Greek Theatre on the east side of the park. neither of us had our phones so we tried to find our way back to Trails by instinct and asking everyone along the way. only problem is that Carla had never been there before, I have no sense of direction, and everyone we asked was either a tourist or just as bad as me. The park ranger was the worst! He sent us through this narrow tunnel where we almost got hit by several cars. We ended up going back up to the observatory and heading back down the same path we came up except Deafinitely, Alison's dog, was so exhausted that she kept dramatically plopping herself on the ground making everyone else on the hike think we were these awful animal torturers.
noon finally got back to civilization and had breakfast at Millie's
and did some shopping in Silver Lake with Laci before she got called away to let Lori back into their apartment.
Later that night, Carla and I met up with her old friend Kellany and her husband Joel who both work in the industry doing after effects. K works on the show V and Joel worked on Tron! The restaurant, Road to Seoul, was pretty smokey but the meat was delish.
Sunday
brunch at Square One
personality tests at the church of Scientology (i will scan in my results someday soon)
exploring hollywood boulevard and Space 1520's pop up flea where Carla bought a skirt and we got magical wish bracelets
We met back up with Laci who drove us over to Rodeo Drive and we perused the Prada store and took touristy pictures in front of Harry Winston. Then Laci took us on an epic scenic route through Laurel Canyon and Mullholland Drive where we ooohed and aahed at the vast expanse of Los Angeles and remarked on how Carla had so far only seen a tiny sliver of it. Let's face it, I have only seen a sliver so far, too.
That night, we went to Pollo ala Brasa, a tiny Peruvian chicken spot very close to where I live. A girl I met through this guy at the LATimes had made plans with me to have sushi that night but seemed cool with the switch in plans (Carla is Peruvian and couldn't NOT go). When the girl arrived, we were digging on COW HEARTS, like the most carnivorous meal possible, and she revealed that she is a vegetarian. Yeesh.
Then we went and saw a band play at the Troubadour. Then we passed out immediately (or I did, at least).
Monday
I had to go to Pasadena so dropped Carla off in Old Town so she could shop while I was otherwise engaged. I then picked her up with the car I've been driving and we broke down on the highway. Nikki came to
El fin.
Friday, January 14, 2011
actualmente
so my weekend with burt was a little different than planned. This is how it actually went:
Friday
11:30 a.m. Burt lands
noon Gjelina for pressed sandwiches
some strolling down abbot kinney. possibly a coffee at Intelligencia
got another parking ticket. stupid one hour parking.
2pm Beach. photos taken and sent to max to prove how much fun we're already having. watch skater guys and little kid skater. watch surfers. make jokes about burt's obsession with his new phone.
5pm home to drop off bags and freshen up
drink at hms bounty
oaxacan wars (accidental trip to one oaxacan place with the same name as the one jonathan gold wrote about. and then a determined visit to the intended destination which was well worth it.)
9pm game night at Aviva's with Lori. won a green apple card when I played "blacking out" to the "racist" red apple card.
Saturday
8 a.m. hiking in Griffith. random convo with tourists about my roommate's deaf boxer with one blue eye and one brown eye.
10 a.m. breakfast at Millies. random convo with neighboring table about a strange woman who insisted on petting my roommate's deaf boxer.
noon silverlake exploring
3pm space 1520 for a musical performance and a pop up shop
6pm-8pm JOSHUA CALLAGHAN: ELYSIAN PARKING and architect gallery. randomly run into another dude from brooklyn who was visiting on the same weekend as burt.
8pm dinner at Father's Office
party with alex in culver city...almost fall asleep on alex's old roommate's new apartment's couch
Sunday
9 am-11am Rosebowl Flea and random estate sale with dexter.
senor fish with nikki
perused 1,000 vintage playboy magazines burt bought at flea
watched freaks/geeks, mean girls + ate tomato soup/grilled cheese that Lori had to make for Le Cordon Bleu homework
TAIX for comedy. standouts were Eric Andre (google him) and Aparna Nancherla
Friday
11:30 a.m. Burt lands
noon Gjelina for pressed sandwiches
some strolling down abbot kinney. possibly a coffee at Intelligencia
got another parking ticket. stupid one hour parking.
2pm Beach. photos taken and sent to max to prove how much fun we're already having. watch skater guys and little kid skater. watch surfers. make jokes about burt's obsession with his new phone.
5pm home to drop off bags and freshen up
drink at hms bounty
oaxacan wars (accidental trip to one oaxacan place with the same name as the one jonathan gold wrote about. and then a determined visit to the intended destination which was well worth it.)
9pm game night at Aviva's with Lori. won a green apple card when I played "blacking out" to the "racist" red apple card.
Saturday
8 a.m. hiking in Griffith. random convo with tourists about my roommate's deaf boxer with one blue eye and one brown eye.
10 a.m. breakfast at Millies. random convo with neighboring table about a strange woman who insisted on petting my roommate's deaf boxer.
noon silverlake exploring
3pm space 1520 for a musical performance and a pop up shop
6pm-8pm JOSHUA CALLAGHAN: ELYSIAN PARKING and architect gallery. randomly run into another dude from brooklyn who was visiting on the same weekend as burt.
8pm dinner at Father's Office
party with alex in culver city...almost fall asleep on alex's old roommate's new apartment's couch
Sunday
9 am-11am Rosebowl Flea and random estate sale with dexter.
senor fish with nikki
perused 1,000 vintage playboy magazines burt bought at flea
watched freaks/geeks, mean girls + ate tomato soup/grilled cheese that Lori had to make for Le Cordon Bleu homework
TAIX for comedy. standouts were Eric Andre (google him) and Aparna Nancherla
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