A Little Scary

Saturday at 5 pm and I've already had my whole Memorial Day Weekend. Like seriously, I've had so much fun since yesterday at 1 pm that now I have to glue my ass to the chair and work.

What follows is an abnormally long blog entry, probably waaay boring to most of you. But it was a very fun 24 hours that I need to document for myself. Feel free to skip:

My screenwriter/director friend Michael came over yesterday at 1pm and we walked down the street to get some margaritas (no flames this time...that's gauche before 4 pm). Michael scheduled my love life for me ("My friend "blank" will be in town July - you should totally have sex with him!"), which was sweet (at least somebody cares about my love life), but probably misguided considering I'm one of those weirdos who believes in true love.

Walked to my comic store after, where Michael schooled me on all the independent comics I've missed out on. Thank God my writers' group is exchanging our comics like crazy, or I'd go broke trying to catch up. Then, I had a totally humiliating coughing fit while trying to pay. The clerks GAVE me water, like "here, now get the fuck out of my store...before an alien pops out of your chest." I don't know, Michael said the male clerk was still into me anyway. He didn't think the Bill the Cat Hairball fit I had diminished me in a comic book store.

We walked back to my house and gossiped until 7 pm. Seriously, Michael was like "we're going to have to talk more frequently because I can't talk to you ALL DAY again." We gossiped about everything, including his wild Comicon orgy experiences with costumed superheroes. I'm so boringly straight. I just go to Comicon to buy crap.

He left. I watched Blade 3, which was confusingly bad considering David Goyer also wrote Dark City and the other Blades, and the upcoming Batman for pity's sake. Ohhh, that movie better not suck. But I did appreciate the vampire pomeranian in Blade 3. I'll never look at Hero the same.

My friend Christina came over and took me to downtown LA, where we stormed our way into a film festival party for invitees only (we weren't invited). The party was a bust, but we were approached by two cool chicks who were great to meet. One is an assistant fashion magazine editor, also a Christine, visiting for the first time from NYC. She just went through bone cancer with her dad, and her best friend Keith Cavill stars in the killer documentary Murderball about quadriplegic rugby (look for it July 8th).

Her friend Jazmine is an assistant to a huge Hollywood legend who has had his finger in the pie of dozens of the best films ever. We exchanged contact info and she offered to read my script and have me read some of her production company's scripts. It was fun to talk to these ladies and have them be so cool...I'm finding now that I'm older that the women I meet are much more about the laid back helpful than the bitchy cut throat thing I experienced in college. Which is fabulous, because I love being able to be friendly with people and have it returned so generously.

Some cute guys showed up and talked to us, so rare for me because though I'm a loud girl in general, I'm deathly shy around cute guys and know damn well I'm 3 clothing sizes bigger than any other girls in the room. The party ended and we four single ladies met up at Bliss, where we were stood up by the three cute guys. After we'd already figured out who was going after who. How dumb are they?

Christina got me into the club again without paying, simply by strutting up to the bodyguard "like we know what we're doing." I just pretended I was in S Factor in my six inch heels and followed her - feeling like a toddler in my mom's dress up clothes - but sure as shit, they let her right in and I trailed fast behind. It helps that she's tall, can put on attitude, and looks like Katie Holmes sans face herpes.

The club was kind of a drag, but we four girls danced anyway and stayed until closing. On the way out some Russia mafia guys were trying to get in, and Christina knew enough Russian to tell one of their armcandies off as she pushed past us. Not kidding.

But no, that's not enough...came back to my house and we drank orange vodka and replayed Tom Cruise on Oprah, examining every frame and being snarky. So fun. At 6 am, I finally told her to go to bed and she finally listened. Then I woke up today to Mom saying to Christina, "Really, it's 1 pm...Saturday!" Christina couldn't believe it. After sitting on Mom's bed and filling her in, we dressed Hero up in a scarf and went to Mel's on Sunset. We ate hamburgers and fed Hero too many fries and pickles. Yum.

On the way home, we found Neil Diamond on the radio and cranked it up. We were at the stoplight at Fairfax and Sunset screaming "Coming to America - TODAY!" These guys next to us in a bulletproofish SUV were cracking up at us, trying to get us to follow them. Brought Mom home her shake/burger/onion rings and filled her in again, to which she replied "You two together are A LITTLE SCARY."

Too true. What are you going to do with two crazy chicks who think Neil Diamond is fun and don't care what people think?

We finally found a picture of Katie Holmes with her face outbreak to show Mom (Mom couldn't believe it. Poor Katie better get an Oscar for this.), then surfed My Cat Hates You, I Hate My Flatmate, Ted Casablanca, Defamer and Go Fug Yourself. Then Christina went home and I blogged instead of screenwriting.

Ahhh, what a great two days. I haven't had that much fun in forever.