Hi everyone! First off let me apologize for being MIA for the past few weeks - I've had a lot going on! My dreams of moving back to LA were dashed when I got an awesome new job and I've been assimilating back to life in an office. While I miss the days of working from my couch in my pjs I enjoy the direct deposit, human interaction and Carroll Garden digs of the new office. But there was no way I was going to give up the freelance life just like that. Therefore I overbooked myself and decided to work on last music lounge @ Lollapalooza. Am I happy about my decision? I'm still not sure but at least I was entertained and have some pretty sweet stories. Here are some highlights:
1. Watching as Lindsay Lohan ran away from my friend Chip with fear in her eyes because she mistook him for Perez Hilton. Absolutely amazing!
2. I scored pot for Sharon Jones and the Dap Kings. I was then presummed to be the resident drug dealer of the Hard Rock Hotel and had to fend off other requests.
3.Danny Masterson invited me to go to All Points West with him and kissed me on the cheek 20 times - perhaps he thinks we are old friends? All I did was make sure he had a Serato box and that his publicist had pizza.
4. Cinnamon Bobcat swept through the Hard Rock Hotel like a phenomenon with the help of Jory, our photographer and Twinkler. For those of you who don't know Cinnamon Bobcat is a karate move where the attacker blinds his/her opponent by blowing cinnamon in their face and then scratching at their eyes like a bobcat.
5. Christian got wasted and was yelling out the window of our cab to a crowd of 20 people about going to Angels and Butt Pirates (actually Angels and Kings) and then proceeded to get into a fight with the singer from Yeasayer that involved sticking their tongues out at each other.
6.Taking shots of tequila with the entire caterting staff in the kitchen of the Hard Rock.
7. Being told by Chromeo that I sounded like Linda Richman from Coffee Talk on SNL.
8. Becoming Girl Talk road kill. People at Lollapalooza are insane. I got pinned against a fence and sorta felt like crying. Then I broke free and danced my face off.
9. Having an ice cream social on the floor of a hotel room with Molly and Christian while Butch Walker played us tunes on his guitar.
10. Losing my voice to the point that not one person could understand me. Not the cab driver from the airport, not my co-workers, not anyone. Now I really wish I had decided to get those yes/no tattoos I talked so much about.
Good times USA. New incarnation of the blog, same desire to make lists of things I enjoy.
Heyo!
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Brilliant post. Shoot.
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