NightS

Hot damn, from now on my camera is coming everywhere with me. Last night it missed a lot of action. Anyway day started off at the Brits (James, Steven, Andrew) where we had an afternoon keg party (keg leftover from the James St. James book release). Delia and Judd and "his German" (his words, not mine) joined and we got well drunk into the night. Around 11, Brett came over and joined and we caravaned to Hot Dog. Ran into Price, cleared the air, and ran into a bunch of old faces I hadn't seen in awhile. My friends ripped my already ripped shirt in half and then off which I'm glad everyone found hysterical. The aussies joined and then we ended up moving on to some random basement speakeasy club where there was a fucking dark room, I kid you not. SKETCH-Y. Anyway, one of the aussies (the ginger one) grabbed me and told me to come with him. Um, ok. Cut to me riding with him, Zauel (I know that shit is spelled horribly wrong), the other Aussie (perv), and some crazy crazy LA queen with platinum hair who kept telling us to "fucking look at the Hollywood sign. Kiss it, kiss it bitches!". For some reason I seemed to be the only one disturbed. Cut to Aussie (perv, not ginger), grabbing my arm and saying "where do you work out?" WHAT? Who says that. Ok, moving on, we pull up to the Henry Fonda where some gay circuit party (for Pride LA) is going on. It's already 4 am and there is still a huge line outside. Bleached blonde crazy starts screaming to us that we "are fucking VIP bitches" and somehow gets us in for free. Get inside, shirtless perv men everywhere and its 4 so you can't even order a drink except for Orange Juice and water. Aussie (ginger) runs off with bleached blonde perv to go into a VIP section and I'm stuck on the couch with Aussie (perv) and Zauel who don't seem to be having very much fun either. "Say something interesting", Zauel says to me. I stare, get up, and leave. Andrew picked me up and I finally arrive home at 6 and pass the hell out.