After last week's near pneumonia, I'm happy to report that fortune has smiled
upon The Ward.
As the first to leave the office Friday night (victory!), I headed to the
Mandrake in Culver City
for Corduroy Magazine's issue launch party. Naked faced, I was forced to stop
into Rite-Aid for a handful of emergency $1 Wet n' Wild cosmetics, but was
handsomely rewarded when I walked into the party to discover: Buster.
Let me preface by saying that I do not own a TV. I've never seen “Lost.”
Ditto for “24.” But I do have the sense to rent “Arrested Development” and
watch it on my laptop. Encountering Tony Hale (a.k.a. Buster) and then talking
to him about Silverlake, L.A. artists and his 2 year old daughter (baby
pictures were brandished) left me sending out a stunned text: “Talked to Buster… Head: exploding."
Score 1 for The Ward.
Saturday night, I was regrettably wearing trackpants at the grocery store when comrade Georgia called and conveyed through indecipherable squeals that she had
two free orchestra tickets for the L.A. Phil/Grizzly Bear show at Disney Hall,
starting in 4 minutes.
Sweatpants be damned, I borrowed a pair of her jeans, used the emergency Wet
n’ Wild (now a staple in the glovebox) and made it in time to be rendered
drop-jawed by Grizzly Bear's gorgeous, ethereal, experimental
folk-pop. Score 2 for the Ward.
(Grizzly Bear, shot by Richard Hartog)
What's this? Sandra Vu in the lobby, handing me a fresh copy of her
band, Midnight Movies’, just-recorded EP? Score 3 for The Ward.
And excuse me, but is that Ryan Gosling, standing next to me in the foyer of
Disney Hall looking dapper in a suit? Is he asking me what I'm doing later? No,
actually he's not. It was a lucky weekend, but not that kind of lucky, people.
Until next time, my esteemed comrades.
Miss Alie Ward
March 03, 2008 10:26 AM |
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