Weekend of Ward: Kate Moss gets Wardtarded at Little Joy

I shuffled out of the office on Friday apologetically early: I had a mission to reunite with my bed, and kick an emerging rhinovirus out of my body. Cut to: me on my way home, making a detour into the L.A. vs War show, then another one to a house party in Echo Park, and then one more detour to the Echoplex, employing the use of a press pass and a desperate expression to get into a secret show by Prince. Who never showed up. So there I was, still in work clothes with a melting, neglected cocktail and a cold getting worse by the hour, surrounded by hundreds of very attractive men of ambiguous sexuality, none of whom were Prince. Friday, you sucked.

Saturday, thanks for taking up the slack. Where Friday gave me frown-provoking anti-war art, Saturday delivered a downtown drive-in with singing transsexuals in "Hedwig and the Angry Inch." While Friday's house party offered disastrous parking, Saturday gave me a spot directly in front the massive, throbbing Local Heroes warehouse party downtown.

And Friday, you purple balled me with a rumored yet unsubstantiated Prince appearance, but Saturday handed me Kate Moss at Little Joy. With her limo idling out front and a chauffeur standing by, Ms. Moss and an entourage of comically fashionable people shot pool while the rest of Little Joy pretended not to notice. While everyone else was succeeding in playing it cool, I was apparently requesting to have my photograph taken in a motorcycle helmet.

The helmet was passed around to various friends. Photos continued to be taken.

And when Kate Moss, in tiny, skinny pants and a silver lamé tunic turned to me and wanted it on her head, what could I do but take a blurry photograph?

Saturday—we'll miss you.

High fives,

Ward