IHOP

I have a buddy; he’s in a band. This sentence could easily be spoken by 94% of those living in Los Angeles, give or take. This weekend, he brought his show and his friends out west. This made for a grand ‘ol time in Los Angeles, West Hollywood, Santa Monica, and Venice… yeah, ridiculous. I’m in no mood to get into the fact that I slept with one guy for three days (visiting for the valentine’s day weekend) and then two different guys in the following seven days because it’s dwarfed by the random celeb sightings.

Ok, here’s the deal. Every time people come into town I tell them don’t expect to see any celebrities because I, personally, never do – less one Tina Yothers brush at a Boston’s bar. Well, without fail, they (we) always see someone. I mean, I’m not really stepping up my game or anything just because people are visiting, but fuck it’s weird like that. There was smoking on the patio with “Kevin” from the office (I said hello), eating at STK and sseing Sex in the City’s Kim Catrell, and drinking with Selma Blair and her husband guy on Kath and Kim (who knew my friend's friend), and then there was IHOP.

So, we’re winding down our night at about 4:00AM and decide to hit up the nearby IHOP in West Hollywood and wouldn’t you know it – in walk Nicky and Paris Hilton... at the fucking IHOP. (My companions were very unimpressed.) Fine whatever, but the strangest part is that this was my SECOND brush with Paris. Maybe I should’ve been on that BFF show because clearly, we are practically the same person… I mean, we both love movie premier parties with free booze and we both love pancakes at 4 in the morning. This calls for a blood test, we could be related!

.... This just in!!! http://today.msnbc.msn.com/id/29354575/?gt1=43001

Worth the Growing Pains?

When I was a senior in high school, I penned a term paper titled, “Live Longer, Smoke Pot,” hailing the medicinal purposes of marijuana. At the time, I had yet to take a hit of the stuff. That would all change some weeks later, but I digress. Needless to say, I’ve been a quiet advocate of the stuff, for the most part, because it seems to me in a society that regulates legal barbiturates, steroids, and alcohol – what is the harm in marijuana? I suppose its historical infancy is to blame, but that would be taking me off-topic.

Marijuana is a recognizable legal medicine in the state of California (but not federally, which causes some major hang-ups). Mary jane is also the state’s largest cash crop, twice the value of the grape and vegetable crops COMBINED. So, do we set up a standards system, deregulate the stuff, and gain billions in tax dollars or would in doing so create a series of other demons to fight? I could go on, but some things are better left to others… like my laundry, cleaning, and grocery shopping (thanks, Leticia - please don’t get deported.).

http://www.thebigmoney.com/articles/judgments/2009/02/11/audacity-dope


Later losers.

Wow.

I recently got a new iPod and spent a significant amount of time and money only to learn that growing up, my taste in music really sucked ass. I just started downloading at whim, without preview, the tunes that when played I immediately said, “I love this song.” As one of those songs comes up on shuffle, I take pause and quietly say to myself, “What on Earth was I thinking – this is crap.” So, there’s that. And oh yeah, Happy Valentine ’s Day. Love, Nicole.