You know how it is when you're in library school. You're always getting invited to celeb parties. Last night, thanks to the generosity of Beadle, I got to go to the launch party for Ubisoft's new game, Assassin's Creed. When we were standing around waiting to get in to the club (Opera, in case you're up on the hot LA clubs, I know I am), we saw Bai Ling, famous to me from GoFugYourself. She was pretty easy to spot because she was wearing a typically insane outfit. Other celebs we saw and/or brushed up against include Kristen Bell (she "hosted" the party and is actually involved with the game--we watched her playing it at the party), Chuck from "Chuck", Daniel from Ugly Betty, Lloyd from Entourage (I got excited about that one), Hiro from Heroes, Lex Luthor from Smallville, and Patrick Fugit from Almost Famous (and Wristcutters).
Patrick Fugit is actually a big gamer. He spent a good portion of the evening playing Assassin's Creed and looked like he'd rather be doing that than hanging out with the pretty people. Beadle introduced him to us and we shook hands. He was officially my favorite famous person at the party. Evidently Lauren and Audrina from The Hills were there, but we missed them. B. Spears was rumored to be circling the party, and all her dancers were supposedly inside, but I don't know if she showed. As my friend pointed out, she should be home with her children anyway.
It was pretty crazy to see all those people, including the tall tan blonde skinny women whose job in life is to just go to these things. It's obviously not the life for me, as you could guess. It all just seems like such a big pointless waste of time and money. Considering I haven't even bought a People magazine in years, not to mention US Weekly and its ilk, that world is not really that important to me. But it was fun to observe all those people to whom it is!
Edit: My friend pointed out that my head is in this picture. I'm right above the top of the G and Lauren is under the G and E. I'm obviously on my way to becoming a celebrity librarian.
Another edit: We may not have seen Lauren or Audrina, but we did see this guy with Audrina. He was sporting a little ponytail, which we made sure to mock.
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Friday, November 02, 2007
alert, alert, christmas is only seven weeks away!
Today I saw that ABC Family, or one of those strange cable channels that I watch, was starting a "countdown to the 25 days of Christmas" movie marathon in a few weeks. So basically, a countdown to a countdown. I know everyone complains about this, but I really do not like being harassed about Christmas five seconds after Halloween.
Even Beverly Hills is harassing me to come to their Christmas events (which start in two weeks). They sent out all these little cards, I guess to people who live in and near the city. Apparently my zipcode is fancy enough to be included. It kind of reminds me of the time when we were all invited to take dance lessons in middle school and by "all" I mean people who went to my independent school, our rival independent school, and the one middle school on the west side of Portland. Needless to say, my sister and I boycotted ballroom dancing.
In other news, I almost died driving home from juvey yesterday. I made a right turn onto a street and the car I turned in front of was going about 75 miles an hour on a surface street. It was dark, so I couldn't really tell how fast he was going before I turned. I'm just assuming it was a him because of the reaction I got, which was some intense honking and tailgating. And I'm not talking "beep beep" more of a sustained I'm going to kill you honk. I'm a wuss, so I just turned on my blinker and pulled over to let him go by, wherein he proceeded to slow down and honk some more at me, before pulling away. I think my no eye contact rule basically saved me from getting shot by this SUV driving jerkface. Of course it was an SUV.
But I love Los Angeles! I mean, I could get burned up in a wildfire, crushed to death in an earthquake or killed on a surface street in the Valley. But! there is a fruit stand in Sylmar (home of juvey) in front of a gas station where we partook of pineapple with chili powder, lime and salt. So at least you can be well-fed.
Another great thing about Sylmar is that people just randomly ride horses around on the city streets. One of my fellow volunteers told me this, and I didn't quite believe her until last night. Yep, there came a man with a cowboy hat on, riding his horse down the street in the dark. Sylmar also backs up against the San Gabriel mountains and is very picturesque. So the moral of story is, if you can stand daily near death experiences, there are some nice things in LA.
Even Beverly Hills is harassing me to come to their Christmas events (which start in two weeks). They sent out all these little cards, I guess to people who live in and near the city. Apparently my zipcode is fancy enough to be included. It kind of reminds me of the time when we were all invited to take dance lessons in middle school and by "all" I mean people who went to my independent school, our rival independent school, and the one middle school on the west side of Portland. Needless to say, my sister and I boycotted ballroom dancing.
In other news, I almost died driving home from juvey yesterday. I made a right turn onto a street and the car I turned in front of was going about 75 miles an hour on a surface street. It was dark, so I couldn't really tell how fast he was going before I turned. I'm just assuming it was a him because of the reaction I got, which was some intense honking and tailgating. And I'm not talking "beep beep" more of a sustained I'm going to kill you honk. I'm a wuss, so I just turned on my blinker and pulled over to let him go by, wherein he proceeded to slow down and honk some more at me, before pulling away. I think my no eye contact rule basically saved me from getting shot by this SUV driving jerkface. Of course it was an SUV.
But I love Los Angeles! I mean, I could get burned up in a wildfire, crushed to death in an earthquake or killed on a surface street in the Valley. But! there is a fruit stand in Sylmar (home of juvey) in front of a gas station where we partook of pineapple with chili powder, lime and salt. So at least you can be well-fed.
Another great thing about Sylmar is that people just randomly ride horses around on the city streets. One of my fellow volunteers told me this, and I didn't quite believe her until last night. Yep, there came a man with a cowboy hat on, riding his horse down the street in the dark. Sylmar also backs up against the San Gabriel mountains and is very picturesque. So the moral of story is, if you can stand daily near death experiences, there are some nice things in LA.
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