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

ETA: Shoot! I took all these AMAZING photos (because that’s what I do) and now I can’t find the pullout drive. So some photos featured are “stock footage” i.e. google.

Yacht Party - A friend charterd a boat to coast around the marina for a few hours to celebrate her graduation from law school AND passing the California State Bar ON THE FIRST TRY. After getting lost and holding up the boats departure and realizing that the boat was docked near one of our favorite old school brunch spots, Shanghai Red’s, we finally hopped aboard. Unfortunately this was one of the hottest days of the year (the mercury passed 100 in the valley that day). Also unfortunate was the fact that I had gotten my hair straightened that morning. Between the muggy ocean breeze and dancing a little group shuffle for 30 minutes I went from sleek and sexy to Pam Grier circa 1970 in a matter of hours. Anyway, here’s a view from the yacht. Feel free to leave ooohhhhs and ahhhhs in the comments.

House Party – another friend was hosting a bash to celebrate the coming (and going) of her economic stimulus payment and the end of shooting a pilot. She should have saved some of that stimulus $$$ in case said pilot does not get picked up! A very highly likely result. No pictures though because the hostess was too busy “reciting poetry” to answer when I buzzed the door. Reciting poetry? On a Saturday? At a party??? Glad she didn’t answer. Giselle and I left the Westside and headed to Hollywood.

Outside of the Falcon on Sunset Blvd. we waited for Tara and Kristin, our alleged VIP entrée into an ex-footballers party. However it was GROUPIE HEAVAN and I don’t do groupie parties. There was also a line longer than those wrapped around corners when the I-phone debuted at ATT stores. Not thanks. Moving on.

We decided to go and dance our booties off with the “children” in West Hollywood and had a blast. Here’s an example of just how hardy we partied.

All in all. The night was great. But I started the day out wearing camel colored, 4 inch leather sandals. After all that, shuffling, dancing and party hopping this gal wished that she had a beau, for once, to carry me back to the car – which seemed to be parked 2 miles away. Giselle and I decided to do it Flintstone style and walked barefoot through WeHo back to the car. Only in West Hollywood. They keep their streets clean. There are serious perks to living in this town! Celeb sightings not included.

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