Greetings! This infrequent website update is coming to you direct from my supersecret bargain hotel on the outskirts of West Hollywood. Here's a hint: $117 a night. The hotel is odd and quirky which I mostly don't mind, and at these prices and with this location, I really don't mind.
So far my Los Angeles adventure has been mostly uneventful. In the first 24 hours in town, I did see four different porn stars. I had forgotten how porn figures are everywhere in this town. First up, I saw Brad Benton at East West. Then, I ran into Roman Heart at Here, where I also saw Dean Phoenix. The next morning, I was driving to Starbucks and spotted Chris Wide crossing the street. Of course, I actually talked to him the following night at Dean Phoenix's birthday party at iCandy, where Dean Phoenix tried to coax me to dance with him in front of everyone. Of course I was mortified and stood in front of him with a pale look of aghast horror as he shook hopefully in front of me while a room full of hunky 20-somethings wondered what I was doing there. I felt like a yokel at iCandy because I just wanted to blurt out "this place looked bigger on TV" thanks to its showings on the LOGO series Open Bar, but I don't think anyone there watched LOGO but me. And I don't even like it that much. Then again, if I didn't want to feel dorky, I wouldn't be driving around LA for hours at a time with gas at nearly $4 a gallon just to listen to myself on the radio. PS I was hilarious!
The only other gay "celebrity" sighting I had was Mr. Jay from Top Model, looking platinum and smiley at Here on Sunday night. Strangely, my roommate Mike had sent a text message two hours earlier telling me that he ran into Kim Stolz from Top Model. Is it odd that we both saw Top Model people, two hours and 3000 miles apart? And speaking of models, celebrity party planner Wade Williams and I were having a low key lunch at Bristol Farms on Monday, which will always and forever be Chasen's to me, when we spotted Heidi Klum pushing a cart full of groceries toward her SUV. I hope there was some makeup and a hairbrush in that cart, and no photographers around because she looked like a papparazzi's wet dream. And then today, I was at Coffee Bean and Tea Leaf and I saw the Janice Dickinson Model Agency in what had previously been U-Wash Doggie and her Agency sign had a big "For Lease" sign next to it, which was so priceless, I was incensed that I didn't have my camera with me. Hopefully I will remember to grab a shot of it tomorrow.
Tomorrow night I wrap up my Hollywood adventure with lunch on the Warner Bros. lot and by appearing at Heather Tom's pre-Daytime Emmy party on my way to the airport to fly home. I hope I know more people at Heather Tom's house than I knew at Dean Phoenix's birthday party but I doubt it. Overall, it's been nice being in LA, but it hasn't exactly been a red carpet rolled out to greet me. Some drunk people have said interesting things to me since I have been here though, but as soon as the lights clicked on at the bars at 1:45am, I was reminded why I like drinking in New York City so much more.
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