From The 'Happening' I Didn't Intend On Happening...
April 12, 2008:
After shrugging off another year of youth that passed on the 8th (shared with Vivienne Westwood and Jacques Brel, thanks), super-socialite Rich Royal and the twisted talent known as Jared Gold convinced me there'd been a call to order: I was gonna celebrate,dang it, whether or not I wanted to!
Well, as luck would have it, I did want to...the way it rolled, anyway...
Rich arranged the locale--West Hollywood's white-hot lounge, Pali House—and Mssr. Gold made his way around the crowd in an ensemble consisting of a black single-shoulder bondage strap cinched over a conservative button-down.
My new pal Zach drove, so all I had to do was SHOW.
I was immediately greeted by that damn adorable Pauley Perrette—one of my dearest friends, not to mention favorite people on the planet—and from that moment on? Everything went so well; it was terrifying. After the 'Wake' in my honor a mere 12 months past, I expected the sound of glass shattering, slurred arguments between internet rivals, multiple visits from the Po-Po, and a bathroom Who-Knows-What-Bad-Behavior kept everyone else from using for what seemed like a short forever.
This year? Literally, there were several moments in which I stopped and panicked because I wasn't panicked. I caught myself saying "O.K., what's going wrong?" out loud...only to find nothing was.
And nothing did...
A great turn-out, not to mention a veritable Who's-Who of L.A. icons. Rather than drop names, no doubt photos will continue popping up around the interweb in various locales to prevent what'd be obnoxious boasting if I were the source.
Instead, I'll say: I love my friends; I loved the night, and... the word 'grateful'?
That's what made my birthday happy, truly.
(On me: brooch by BlackHeart 13, tuxedo shirt by Black Chandelier)
After shrugging off another year of youth that passed on the 8th (shared with Vivienne Westwood and Jacques Brel, thanks), super-socialite Rich Royal and the twisted talent known as Jared Gold convinced me there'd been a call to order: I was gonna celebrate,dang it, whether or not I wanted to!
Well, as luck would have it, I did want to...the way it rolled, anyway...
Rich arranged the locale--West Hollywood's white-hot lounge, Pali House—and Mssr. Gold made his way around the crowd in an ensemble consisting of a black single-shoulder bondage strap cinched over a conservative button-down.
My new pal Zach drove, so all I had to do was SHOW.
I was immediately greeted by that damn adorable Pauley Perrette—one of my dearest friends, not to mention favorite people on the planet—and from that moment on? Everything went so well; it was terrifying. After the 'Wake' in my honor a mere 12 months past, I expected the sound of glass shattering, slurred arguments between internet rivals, multiple visits from the Po-Po, and a bathroom Who-Knows-What-Bad-Behavior kept everyone else from using for what seemed like a short forever.
This year? Literally, there were several moments in which I stopped and panicked because I wasn't panicked. I caught myself saying "O.K., what's going wrong?" out loud...only to find nothing was.
And nothing did...
A great turn-out, not to mention a veritable Who's-Who of L.A. icons. Rather than drop names, no doubt photos will continue popping up around the interweb in various locales to prevent what'd be obnoxious boasting if I were the source.
Instead, I'll say: I love my friends; I loved the night, and... the word 'grateful'?
That's what made my birthday happy, truly.
(On me: brooch by BlackHeart 13, tuxedo shirt by Black Chandelier)
i love it.