talk about salubrious evenings and regretful mornings, eh? well, last night we took aleksandra solomonor vrsn 2.0 out for her first breath of los angeles bar air. as soon as the big guys with overcompensating flashlights nod me in i see MIKA! okay, not the singer, but the newly-skinny gay from work out [most known for cussing deedee out during group therapy]. told him he looked great, shared a few laughs, and walked into swanky pants galore. "here," west hollywood's primo dyke club on thursday nights, was packed with a wide array of bull/power/baby/femme dykes. i met a beautiful boy in an argyle sweater vest, so, naturally, we ended up making out. NBD. the $8 vodkacrans kept pouring in, so i kept em shooting back. drunk and dancing, i saw a gorg older blonde in a blue striped tank top. then i got to talking with the dancer on stage and forgot about ms. blonde bombshell. but after the dancer's bf came over (officer jay from "the silverman programme"), my eyes drifted back to MS. JACKIE WARNER. i moved two feet over and felt the hot hot heat reverberating off her ultra-toned 'ceps as i touched her silky smoothe skin, "excuse me, are you jackie warner?" stupid intro, i know, but i had to be sure. although, i would count three years of bravo-stalking her preperation enough. i looked at her date to make sure i wasn't being super rude and couldnt understand why a wave of anger rushed through me. DAWN FUCKING DENBO. so dawn and her lover jackie agree to take a photo with me, this is versn 2.0, the orig was a bit blurrsville:
then they went back to intense bumping and grinding/making out. i'm not gonna lie, i may have been drooling. but, you would have too! [sidenote, i call my boss at ms. to tell her my awesome sighting, and she freaks because denbo is supposedly in the closet. she's only gay for pay. but unless she's a really good actor, jackie wasn't cutting her checks.]
as we're leaving the club, we see a huge group of people and an all-male ensemble of paparazzi. ever wonder why there are so few mamarazzis? no, it's a fucking meaningless job. so christina aguilara is leaving the club next door at the same time as we're leaving "hear." NUTS.
this morning i realized i lost my wallet and spent today search the streets of weho for it. the next time i hunt so persistantly in weho better be after a phone number. no luck. had to cancel my debit hards and make new accounts ughughugh and the worst of it was the aleksandra solomonor was in my hugo boss ripoff, which is forever lost to the streets of sin. anyone know a 21 yr old red?
listening to: i'll kill her by soko
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