What took you so effing long? 

For those familiar with the struggles of a professional leisurist, you know the crippling indecision that accompanies the weekend. There's simply too much going on, and really, a coin toss couldn't solve this tangle of options.

FIVE ITEMS on the roster tonight:

Jesus La Luz fiver-person group show at Wacko

Oaks play Spaceland

Jonah Ray Rodruiges turns, like, 22 or something. But with that beard, he looks like my dad. (UPDATE: thank the good sweet lord, the lumberjack shaved his mug.)

Also, my close comrade and bitchin' musican Ryan Ward (stage name, Pthalo) has a gig at El Cid.

And Georgia my darlin' is getting dancy pants at the Shortstop. As I type this. D'oh!

It's too much! It's all too much! 

(Hey, Columbia Pictures, thanks for making Thank God It's Friday, and letting me pimp the pic.)

X Games has taken over L.A. Never mind the actual sporting events, which are awesome enough—every night there’s another bash to celebrate the athletes most likely to get themselves bashed up. Half of younf Hollywood joined Travis Barker and Steve Aoki at Opera on Wednesday night to party in the name of X and last night the sporting fest was represented at Area, where new mom Jaime Pressly talked smack about Britney Spears’ wild ways. (Britney, meanwhile, was at Winston’s.) The X Games celebrations will continue this weekend at Ritual on Saturday night. Here’s the flier. Note the free booze from 9 p.m. to 10 p.m. Email scfowler@aol.com to get on the list.

What can I say, we're easy targets here at Metromix HQ. There's no shame in admitting that we get all punch-drunk, squee happy when someone, anyone, shows us a little unsolicited love. 

Enter Steve of Carvel Ice Cream who showed up one grumpy day and starting passing out ice cream. Now, if that isn't a way to turn that frown upside down.

And, really these Flying Saucers are fantastic. They may just look like mild-mannered ice cream sandwiches, but the cookie part is light and crunchy and freshly baked. Far superior to the supermarket variety.

He came around again (squee!) to delight us with the low, 150-calorie version of the Flying Saucers in both chocolate and vanilla. Skinny Cow, what? Big ups to Steve, the bestest ice cream man we know. 

Today I visited Nony Tochterman, cottoncandy-haired fashion designer behind the Petro Zillia line, at her kaleidoscopoic wonderland of a store on W. 3rd St.

The most colorful thing in the store is Nony herself, and of course her hair, which is verging on the fuschia these days. With her high forehead and fan-like pinkish frizz, Tochterman looks very much a punk rock Elizabeth I. Everyone knows her for her pink hair, so it was a surpise when she admitted she was thinking about changing the color, and going for something a little tamer.

"I was thinking blue, perhaps," she said. "Or green?"

Nony talked about how people always call her Petro, assuming that 'Petro Zilia' is her name. "Actually Petro Zilia means 'parsley' in Israeli," she explained, shrugging her shoulders. "It was a joke name for the line, but it stuck." The line has been around for ten years now, and has grown to become a favorite among L.A. fashionistas and celebrities alike.

The store is a regular Paris/Nicky Hilton pit-stop. "Between them, they probably have everything in my collection," said Nony. In fact Paris wore a Petro Zillia jacket the day she left jail.

 We were shooting video for the Metromix style page, and filmed her talking about the store's decor (her husband Yosi had to paint the baby pink walls FIVE TIMES to acheive its romantically-distressed look), the furnishings (she sells mid-century modern chairs and tables with jackets that match the upholstery) and of course, the fashion. Tochterman showed me her personal favorites from the collection, including a beautiful pair of silk charmeuse wide-legged pants ("I have seven pairs in different colors") and high-waisted tie shorts. "I love high-waisted," she said. "People need to stop showing their belly."