Single in L.A.

A couple of weeks ago while at happy hour (where else would we be?) Giselle, Kendra, Sophia and I talked about how “over” Hollywood clubs we are. It’s way too much work. I don’t mind getting dressed up, but I’ll leave all the jockeying for position to the young girls that like to wear shirts as dresses. Seriously, we went to Falcon on Sunset and realized that we were the only fully dressed women in line – and decided to leave. Kendra even recounted how she and Giselle tried to get into Villa two nights in a row to no avail. Pffft!

But I guess it’s all relative and a matter of perception. Because last week three different people (outsiders looking in) referred to me, with slight disdain I might add, as “being all about the scene,” “Little Miss Hollywood,” and my favorite a “hip scenester.” Me?

I’m nothing if not introspective so I took a look within. I never want to come off as a hypocrite. Am I a hypocrite? Let’s see. I haven’t been to Hyde in a year, but when I did go I walked past a group of at least 100 people, velvet rope lifted, entry granted. But I know the guy at the door! I’ll even acknowledge that I would only go to Opera Les Deux and maybe even Area during the week because “every Joe Schmoe is trying to go on the weekend.” Okay fine.

But I won’t question myself due to the perception of others. I am who I am, label me if you must. I mean, ideas are pitched and deals are made over lunch at Kate Mantilini not IHOP, so what do you want me to do? I’m a victim of my industry, can’t you see that?

Maybe those judgmental labels are born of jealousy. Maybe?

Pondering this gives me a headache. And I need to call Katsuya to confirm my reservation and prime seating for next Tuesday. Happy Friday!

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