For those of you who are friends on Facebook you got to experience my shock when I found one of my long lost friends…and my big case of nerves when we discovered we were in the same city and could meet up!
Ten years ago I went to stay with his parents in Salamanca, Spain for my big 3-ohh. I wanted to be on a different continent for my birthday, he told me that I couldn’t go to Paris (my first choice) unless I was going there with my lover and I knew if I waited around for friends to go on a trip with me it would never happen. So I took off to Spain by myself.
In New York. Doing my thing. Walking around Times Square. Taking in the sites. Running from meeting to meeting.
When suddenly….I see flashes of light out of the corner of my eye. The next thing I know I see people running, giddy shrieks and screams of “Paris, over here, Paris!” The funniest part of it all…it’s a huge throng of men and photographers…
“It’s an odd thing, but anyone who disappears is said to be seen in San Francisco. It must be a delightful city and possess all the attractions of the next world” -Oscar Wilde
I did disappear. A nice reprieve, a morning to sleep in late and take it easy before spending the day wandering and the evening at drinks and dinner meetings.
One hour. One suitcase. One big explosion of clothes, shoes (always too many shoes), and games. Whew! After dealing with that amazing feat of puzzlery it’s time for a drink!
I always hate leaving…especially after a week like this past one, but during lunch I got a text that made going to the airport so much more fun - meeting Steveo at the airport bar before we took off and different directions. I think now I can officially be included in the official jet setters directory.
In the flurry of getting dropped off at Virgin Atlantic instead of Virgin America and Brandon driving back around...
The second day of all day parties and I’m surviving on very little sleep…oh well, I’ll sleep when I’m dead! Until then I will continue to have fun! Party on…..
so I got lucky….kisses from 2 good looking guys! wooohooo!
An email flurry of invites from our publicist and Brandon and I are on our way to the Runway Magazine party at Liberace’s penthouse. By the time we got there all of the Ed Hardy swimsuits had been devoured (was told it was like watching sharks come in for the kill), everyone was beyond tipsy and they ran out of glasses for the drinks. Talk about throwing a hell of a bash!
My Boys - Max, Brandon, Jason and a few others thrown in for good measure - love it!
…a few minutes of hanging out with friends and models before heading off to the next event.
Complete space job here but there was another red carpet event, somewhere…can’t remember where…at this point the day is starting to turn into a blur - cameras, interview, one drink, and out the door to the next event….
The midnight fashion show at LAX…ohhhh, the things that designers make the models do….
we were having way to much fun - if I would show you all of the pictures you would die laughing too, but I probably would get hate mail from Brandon and Jason so I’m not going to go there!
Lucky me…a girl with great friends (Holliday), who throw great parties (in Hollywood), with fab peeps (see below)…
Absolutely yummy!!! I would gladly add Reid Scott to the list of “My Boys”! Think they could use a Dating Coach on their show who comes complete with dating cards that they could use for poker games?...
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