Monday, February 28, 2005
flashbacks
If you can picture myself, Megan, Tally and Abraham dancing and jumping and screaming our heads off in the very front row of Duran Duran's sold out Staples Center show on Saturday, you might be able to imagine how I'm feeling today.
I didn't wake up on Sunday until 11:20, already making me 20 minutes late for a brunch in my honor being held across town. And by the time I arrived it was 11:50 and I could barely focus or speak. Suddenly, an angel appeared in a hot pink wig to answer my prayers: unexpected guest Miss Megan MacEachern came walking up with two bottles of champagne and two even more unexpected guests visiting from Canada. Thanks to them, the focus was shifted away from me, and I slunk out of the spotlight, into the kitchen for champagne and talks with friends 2-3 at a time.
The champage kept flowing all day on a gorgeous afternoon. Finally it was time to leave for Brad & Lisa's Oscar party. More bubbly with a new crowd. Tivo is the only way to tolerate the Oscars or any awards show. And it also helps to have in your audience some sharp-witted friends. Watched the LIVE post-party report on the local news stations for a bit (only in L.A.) and finally got to bed around 1 am.
Today it's Monday and the events of the weekend are finally catching up to me. My back is sore from jumping up and down at the show. My head is foggy and my stomach feels weird from the nonstop booze and whatnot assault that started Friday and never let up. But it's not all bad. I break out in the giggles when I think about meeting Simon Le Bon, or Nick Rhodes leaving a message on Shelley's answering machine. And getting down on Danielle's dancefloor at the after-after party was memorably funny, as was seeing someone who I used to think was hot wearing a terrible outfit, and wondering later whether or not it was a good idea to make out with that guy with braces. And I can only imagine what sort of impression I made on my ex-boyfriend's current dude, who I finally met for the first time near the end of the night, a.k.a. start of the morning.
I did manage to make it to the gym today, and that helped shake off a bit of the aftermath. I'll be there every day this week, as tonight kicks off four solid days and nights of lunches and dinners with clients and friends.
I thought living in Los Angeles was tough... but visiting town might be even more extreme.
I didn't wake up on Sunday until 11:20, already making me 20 minutes late for a brunch in my honor being held across town. And by the time I arrived it was 11:50 and I could barely focus or speak. Suddenly, an angel appeared in a hot pink wig to answer my prayers: unexpected guest Miss Megan MacEachern came walking up with two bottles of champagne and two even more unexpected guests visiting from Canada. Thanks to them, the focus was shifted away from me, and I slunk out of the spotlight, into the kitchen for champagne and talks with friends 2-3 at a time.
The champage kept flowing all day on a gorgeous afternoon. Finally it was time to leave for Brad & Lisa's Oscar party. More bubbly with a new crowd. Tivo is the only way to tolerate the Oscars or any awards show. And it also helps to have in your audience some sharp-witted friends. Watched the LIVE post-party report on the local news stations for a bit (only in L.A.) and finally got to bed around 1 am.
Today it's Monday and the events of the weekend are finally catching up to me. My back is sore from jumping up and down at the show. My head is foggy and my stomach feels weird from the nonstop booze and whatnot assault that started Friday and never let up. But it's not all bad. I break out in the giggles when I think about meeting Simon Le Bon, or Nick Rhodes leaving a message on Shelley's answering machine. And getting down on Danielle's dancefloor at the after-after party was memorably funny, as was seeing someone who I used to think was hot wearing a terrible outfit, and wondering later whether or not it was a good idea to make out with that guy with braces. And I can only imagine what sort of impression I made on my ex-boyfriend's current dude, who I finally met for the first time near the end of the night, a.k.a. start of the morning.
I did manage to make it to the gym today, and that helped shake off a bit of the aftermath. I'll be there every day this week, as tonight kicks off four solid days and nights of lunches and dinners with clients and friends.
I thought living in Los Angeles was tough... but visiting town might be even more extreme.
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