We're pathologically social. We're professional leisurists. We're burrito lovers, bar flies, art whores and music nerds. We dish the good dirt, and we'll risk a parking ticket for a cheap sample sale. Sometimes, we blog drunk.
I'm not always such an alcoholic, right?
I can’t
believe it’s Thursday already and that I’m still hung over from last weekend’s
drunken debauchery, which included a Jesus-like Michael Sutton at Goa, cougars at Central and hipster scientologists at On
the Rox.
I started off the weekend on Friday with good intentions. I stuck to wine at Metromix's holiday bash at 86 and, aside from hamming it up in the photo booth for about three hundred shots, I remained relatively composed.
Then came Saturday. Word on the street was that Shereen Arazm's new lounge Central would be impossible to get into because John Mayer had booked it for a party. But Pouty Lips never made it over, preferring instead Arazm's other spot Parc. But someone bigger was in the house: Demi freakin' Moore, not that I saw her. Instead, I saw Paula Abdul outside—girl must wear one layer of make-up for every year she's been alive because she's almost unrecognizable.
Meanwhile,
my partner-in-crime Amir Kenan was a few blocks away waiting in a three-hour
line alongside Danger Mouse to get into Michael Sutton's new club Goa.
But you know who got right in? Girls wearing pink Uggs and Lindsay Lohan, the one person who probably
shouldn’t be allowed in drinking establishments.
Next stop for
me was On
the Rox for the Juliette Lewis & The Licks after-party, where girls
were getting carried out of the club by forceful security guards and brawling
on the sidewalk. (Overheard: “I just crushed that girl’s skull!”) Meanwhile scientologist
Danny Masterson spun hipster-approved indie pop while Suffrajett singer Simi (above, right) made out with assorted
girls and Juliette screeched,
“this is L.A.” I
love famous people. I can’t help it. To
celebrate, I drank a full cup of whisky until couldn’t feel my teeth or my legs.
(The next morning I threw up in a cup. I know, I know…)
Next up: Chloe, which opens tonight! It's French and impeccably designed. Parfait pour moi.
—Alexandra Le Tellier
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