Single in L.A.

Remember that old 80s hit? No? Well here’s the video:

Though L.A. is supposed to be the “it” place to be, very often the party scene sucks. Most people are thrilled by the possibility of being in the same spot as a celebrity on any given night. Not I. Nope old L.A. veterans like me (after you’ve been here four years you can almost say you’re “from” here) are so over seeing celebs and having paprazzi blocking traffic all the time. So I avoid the scene if possible. But then, everywhere I go ends up being the scene. Hmmm.

Anyhow, a couple of weeks ago I had one of the best party-from-day-into-nights that I’ve had in a while. Giselle, of course, was down for the debauchery and tagged along. Here’s a quick run down

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One thing that anyone (single, married or otherwise engaged) in L.A. can attest to is that the traffic is horrible. It’s actually horrific enough to send a naïve, fair little blonde from Kansas with dreams of “making it big” running back home to the farm all set to marry Jeb and be a farmer’s housewife instead.

Yesterday I left work in Beverly Hills in an utter frenzy at 5 pm. Over in the tandem employee lot they had all of ONE attendant working to move cars and let people out. I finally hit the pavement to drive the whopping 8.6 miles to Burbank about 15 minutes later.

8 miles seems like nothing right? Sure if you live in sleepy Midwest town and you’re simply taking 8 miles worth of back road over to grandma’s house. But this is L.A. And, ironically, the route to Burbank from Beverly Hills is through Hollywood. There is no getting around it. So my 8 mile drive consisted of about 7 miles of parking lot and ONE mile of coasting. So what would normally take 15 minutes, actually took 45. Don’t you just love it.

No worries. I arrive at Gate 4 of Warner Brothers’ Studio Lot at 6:05. In order to get into the 6:45 screening you were to arrive by 6. There is no “fashionably late.” Right on time my contact inside the metal gates calls and asks “where the hell are you?” I explain what she and everyone who has ever been here must know: traffic held me up. “Well” she says “the theater is already full. I’ll hold your seat as long as I can, then you’ll be in the overflow theater.” That’s fine, as long as I get to see the move. I’ll just meet up with her after.

The lovely man at the gate informs me after looking for my name, her name and (for good measure) I throw in the names of 15 other people I know over at WB, that I have a movie pass, but no parking pass. What???? “Ma’am” he says (and I hate to be called ma’am for some reason) “make a u-turn out and you can park near Gate 3. It’s a bit far, but we have a SHUTTLE SERVICE from OVER THERE.” Deep sigh.

It’s now 6:15 and my contact text me her location inside the theater. Great, now I just need to get onto the lot! Instead of listening to Mr. Parking Guy I decide to look for street parking because there is NO WAY I’m walking from far away in these 5 inches (super cute) wedges. Nor will I be forced to WAIT for a shuttle.

Sarah Jessica Parker herself must have been smiling down on me because I scored a prime spot directly outside of Gate 5 – a mere proverbial hop, skip and jump from the theater. I park, I gloss my lips and dash through security, through some Midwestern town set on the lot and, after being nearly run down by a golf cart, I arrive to the theater and there is a LINE! Huh?

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All over Facebook, Myspace and the WEB in general you’ll find these quizzes trying to label you as one character from the show or another. Being as well versed in everything SATC as I am, I know that I cannot be labeled. Many will tweak their answers so that they come up as their favorite character.  LAME!

Funny thing is: every time I am revealed as someone different. On Facebook I’m Carrie. On the Glamour mag pole I came up as MIRANDA??? LOL! I’d never fancy myself a Miranda, though she has wonderful qualities. Or maybe I am?

Here’s a little breakdown of my SATC Character History:

In college – I was astute and driven (very no holds barred), but flirty and free at the same time. Drinking, partying, dating and, uh “loving.” Perfect mix of a little Samantha and Miranda.

After college – I went through a live and let live and just BE phase. Fashion wise I’m always pretty consistent but I went through an “I don’t want to match because that’s not Haute” phase. I was very decidedly Carrie.

These days - Hmmm. As far as my fashion, style, sense and sensibilities go I am dead on Charlotte. I have a tendency to be prim and proper (always have). I do teas at The Four Seasons and fall in “like” easily if the right everything-looks-good-on-paper gent comes along. But idealistically I am Carrie at my very core. I mean, I love a good martini at a hot new restaurant (or lounge) opening (and not stand in line – Carrie would never do lines). Most of all I’m eternally flying by the cuff of my Marc Jacobs trousers (you know, the ones with the pink pinstripes?) Carrie is so undeniably human; it’s her most endearing quality.

Anyway we all know the movie is premiering on Friday. True “Sex and the City” fanatics are going to tomorrow’s midnight show. But me? I’m going to see the movie TONIGHT at a special screening on Warner Brother’s lot!

Tune in tomorrow for the premiere of my weekly column “Of the Single Opinion” debuting with my personal take on the film that many are shaking in their Louboutins and waiting with Cosmopolitan tinged baited breath to see.

So my Flickr account is a-bulging and my digital cam is on overload. I take pictures everywhere I go. I was going to start a photo blog but decided - why not share random photos here?? Let’s see how much you guys appreciate them, if you hate it, it’s scrapped. But you won’t hate it! It’s my life after all.

So, today’s photos come from last summers trip to Barbados.  Single gals do enjoy their vacay, no?

Right now I could really use some sun, a luxurious villa, warm Carribean Sea and Rum Punch - of course.

Fabulous view behind our villa!

I really AM sitting on the edge of the cliff. But I was calm enough to drink in all that beauty.

Breathtaking!

See? We calm down every now and then.  What?  You thought I’d post some wild boozing flix? 

Hope you all had a super Memorial Day Weekend! I did (not)! I had so much work to do. Gotta put in the time now so you can see me up in lights later.

Anyway, I said the “Happiest Hour of All” would begin a series. I really could probably pen a little web series on the things that happen to my friends and me at happy hour.

Our Usual Spot: The Belmont Cafe (prime West Hollywood location on LaCienega. (I nearly got run down last month by a photog in hot pursuit of…Pauly Shore of all people)

The Usual Suspects: Giselle, Kendra, myself (stats of all the usual suspects to come) – this is the core but I switch up with whoever wants to drink and chat.

The Usual Fare: Spicy tuna tartar, this ridiculously amazing mac and cheese (has smoke apple wood bacon, and CRAB meat in it – unfortunately I’m cutting the carbs to get summer ready right now)

The best part about happy hour at Belmont: Normally at happy hour you’re chained to the venues list of drinks that are on special. Which is usually some frutti tutti concoction filled with cheap liquor. NOT Belmont. Half off any drink INCLUDING TOP SHELF SPIRITS.

Bonus: Cute guys that aren’t as skinny and short (not always anyway - guys, you should NOT look like girls or aliens. EAT SOMETHING) as the rest of the men here.

So, who has time for happy hour?

So when you’re young single and living in the lavishly sinful Los Angeles, what are you to do? One can shop. One might want to stalk celebs along with the paparazzi. Those of us that are chained to a desk from 9-5 and only live a part time fabulous existence relish our free time. But everyone knows that you hang out during the week to get the best drinks, see the hottest guys and even run into a star or to. The best thing is you don’t have to stalk us weekly or anything like that. Just go to happy hour. That’s right happy hour. Depending on how swanky the spot (swanky places still offer rocking drink/food specials) you are likely to have the time of your life.

I’m slightly hungover (at 2 in the afternoon I’m still suffering a little after shock) from last night’s festivities so just consider this post part one of a series.

Now, it’s Friday. Grab a bottle of Kettle One, some tonic and a cutie and LIVE! It’s what I plan to do. Didn’t Ripsi on Bad Girls Club Season One say the best cure for a hangover is to drink more of what you had the night before???

Hey All, 

Another great opportunity to talk about my super great life. Kidding.  Sometimes it’s great.  Sometimes it’s not.  But it’s my life and I don’t mind talking about the crazy tales that take place.  I’m a single girl living in Los Angeles and living the LalaLand life to it’s fullest.  I work in the film industry and soon (fingers crossed) you’ll see my name in lights.  Until then, see my words, here in colorful, witty banter laden detail.  I’m a girl about town so I spend very few nights home twiddling my thumbs.  The worst part though?  I’m spending those nights out normally with my girlfriends.  So here’s to the intro of “The Single LA Life.” Live it (if you have to – like me). Read it. And of course, Love it!