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party like it s 1965 2009-10-10 1:52 p.m. Out of mercy for my friends' news feeds, I've decided to break the habit of uploading pictures too frequently and instead wait for it to amass and do it all at once. The drawback of this, of course is first my reputation is killed as the most reliable photographer at any event. I'm not the best, far from it, but I could always be counted on to take a lot of pictures and have them up within minutes of party's end. Second problem with this is that I blog less frequently, since I have to wait for the pictures to accompany the entries. Thus, the contents of this entry span from last Sunday until just last night. Christina and I had been kept apart for far too long, and so our better judgment was drowned out by sheer eagerness. Sunday night, and we decided to go to a comedy show at UCB that didn't start until 11 pm, and pregame for a long time beforehand. We both had to get up at 8 or earlier the next morning, but fuck it. This was Ladiezzz Night 2k9. Sounds like a classy, good time from the get-go, right? We started out at Shakey's. For awhile we were driving around a seedy area of LA (which is probably every area of LA) looking for a Burger King - which is the only fast-food that has a veggie burger, FYI. But then Christina started talking about Mojo Potatoes and I was sold. We went in, massacred the dodgy-ass salad bar, and had ourselves some of these famous Mojos. They were actually pretty damn good, good call Christina. We wanted to save our stomachs for drinking, so we decided to pack the leftovers in a box to eat in a drunken stupor after the show. Christina worried about the smell in her car, to which I suggested that we keep it under the car. "It'll be under the car. No one will see it." Afterward, we couldn't think of any place to drink without getting mugged or arrested. I can't remember whose suggestion it was, but we ended up in front of Katherine Heigl's house at 9.30 pm, mixing mimosas in thermoses out of Christina's trunk. The cold night air made us drink faster to keep warm, and our imaginations spun out of control. Christina thought that she saw someone watching us out of a dark window at one point. We riffed that they have more to fear of us than us of them. Our bladders spurred us on to be even more ridiculous. We didn't think we could knock on the door and ask to use the bathroom. "I'm seen 'A Clockwork Orange'. You're going to come in and rape me." Christina drove down to UCB, where we miraculously found the sweetest parking spot in the history of parking spots ever. It was just a block away from the theatre, and outside of the Celebrity Scientology Centre, therefore safe (and with potential for Suri Cruise sightings!). We went into Gelson's with no intention of buying anything, and peed and prepped. Ladiezzz Night. We were worried that we would be the only people there, considering it was so late on a Sunday night, but there was actually a decent line in front of the door. The assholes didn't let us in until ten after, and didn't start until 11.30. Okay comedians, keep in mind that everyone else has jobs or school even if you don't. I didn't understand the first half of the show, which was ostensibly just improv games. The second half they asked for the shittiest job ever from the audience, and riffed on that for awhile. I would have enjoyed myself more if I wasn't feeling a sick kind of drunk. We didn't even drink any of the mini-coronas that we brought in. To soak up the alcohol, I rudely ripped open a bag of gummy worms during one of the sketches. After the show, Christina went to the bathroom before leaving and made me sit outside with her purse like an abused boyfriend. This actually made for good timing though, as we ended up walking out of the theatre literally in the thick of all the performers. It would have been the perfect moment for Christina to talk to her "love", but she chickened out and I wasn't sure if I was allowed to push her. The drive back was miserable, as we kept hitting the dash and bemoaning the missed opportunity. Also, three freeways were closed and it took us a ridiculously long time to get home. To remedy this awful end to Ladiezzz Night, I'm dragging Christina back this Sunday and we WILL do something about it. Christina's having a good birthday week, if I do say so myself. Besides the soon to be two UCB nghts, she had a Mad Men themed dinner last night at Park Ave, a retro restaurant. We gussied up in our 60s best - luckily I'm ridiculous at thrift stores and buy random dresses for just such occasions. There was a lot of talk of misogyny and stiff cocktails. Good fun. Excellent conversation points: "It's called COCAINE: Biology of the Streets, Cat!" Before the party, Christina and I chitchatted over frozen yogurt, and she was determined "to get at least one profile picture out of this night!" Good crop, then:
A carton of orange juice, six coronitas with presliced limes, and a whole bottle of champagne. Hearty party.
Waking up K.Heigl's new baby with the pop.
I'm getting ready for Halloween.
Whistler's Mother. David Brent is so last year. Our new theme will be recreating classic art.
Sterling-Cooper's night out. An army of Joan Holloways.
I tried to fake curves a la Christina Hendricks, but I couldn't figure it out. Christopher had to step in and be my Jay Manuel.
Birthday lady.
Asian. I'm too tired to explain this. Christina and Lara know what it means and that's enough.
Family portraits by the fireplace.
I thought this was too hilarious and had to take a screenshot. BFFs!
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