Weekend of Ward: Fortune smiles upon Ward

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