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2001-07-30

Part ONE - LA done the right way

I couldn�t have planned it better myself. And that�s saying a LOT. Alright, the update, our trip to LA, our EXTREME debauchery, full of men, midgets, clubs, hotels, parties and a smorgasbord of, you guessed it, drugs. Yeah, I said �drugs�, you read that right. Could be antibiotics for all you know, so I am unincriminatable (Barbarism). Let�s start at the beginning. Bare with me, this is a long one, but I promise, it will be worth every minute you spend reading it, just to get a peak into 24 hours of psychotic partying, 24 hours that would tie us neck and neck with any of those Hollywood biographies about any movie or rock star who went crazy on the strip. The Sunset Strip.

I didn�t go to work on Friday. Neither did Kitty. No, I kept that poor girl up until 6am after dancing (as fun and energy releasing as I imagined it would be) on Thursday night. So that tired little feline ended up passing out with me in my bed until it was time to get a move on, get our shit together and head up to Tinsel Town. We got a call from Pony at 11am. Little Miss Firestarter was going to come with us! The wheels were back in motion. After showering, packing, and running a few errands, we were on the road, heading north.

The Hotel: I�m not even going to go into the fact that we were at the wrong hotel for awhile, went as far as valet parking our cars and searching for a room that didn�t exist. Point is, we got to the RIGHT hotel at about 8pm. The Standard. Walking in, we saw a huge shag rug with low chairs and couches, very retro. Straight ahead, the check-in counter. Behind the counter and raised so all could see, was a giant glass box, where a blonde woman was striking various poses on colored fur. To the right of the counter, a DJ, spinning music for the people on the rug, the bar off to the right, the lobby in general. On the way to the elevator, at the end of the hall, Molly Ringwald�s face was projected on the wall. Later, this was a video of a naked woman standing and talking, though you couldn�t hear what she said. Up to the room, where we met up with Pony�s friends, S & D, two fellows from Atlanta. Air-couch, silver bean bag, it was like visiting Austin Power�s summer house. Groovy.

We were ready to embark on our adventure. We started in the hotel bar, where we met up with more friends, Kitty�s cowboy, and my good friend, AD (remember, Africa Dick?). Thank God AD was with us, he acted like a tour guide and party planner for the rest of the evening. First, off to Bar Marmonte (I have no idea how to spell this). Typical LA crowd. Then, to the Key Club, opposite end of the Sunset Strip, where we saw the most amazing show. Crowded dance floor, people packed in like sardines, I stood above to watch, enjoying the music, the elevated DJ on the stage, surrounded by beautiful Go Go dancers, constantly switching with new costumes. When suddenly, the middle of the dance floor cleared as two strips of red cloth came down from the ceiling. A woman appeared in the center of the crowd, costumed in a glitter bikini, and started to climb the cloth. Once she got near the top, I witnessed something I�ve only seen on Cirque de Soleil. She wrapped the cloth around her wrists, ankles, did various flips, turns, splits, I really can�t give it justice. We were awestruck. She was flying, spinning, floating. For the finale, she wrapped the cloth around her waist, through her legs, held herself high in the air, and then let go, plummeting like a yo-yo until the rope snapped taut and caught her, upright, a foot above the ground. Wow.

We were off to an after-party, friends of AD�s. Kitty sent cowboy home, and he was immediately replaced with LA Man, a cool guy that AD met on the dance floor. I swear, Kitty was switching guys out and in like a revolving door. So enter LA Man, and the lot of us headed downtown, packed tight in a cab. The driver got quite the earful, let me tell ya. 25 minutes in a car packed with 6 fucked-up partiers whose only concern is where�s the next party? Scary. Okay, I�ll be honest here. I don�t really remember the after-party. Private, warehouse-loft-thingy, I think people lived there. DJ, drinks served ALL night, couches, people. We left there at around 4am to head back to the hotel. Where in my mind, the party REALLY began. Okay, 5am. We are in the hotel room, S&D (Pony�s friends) are getting sleepy. The rest of us, Pony, Kitty, AD, and LA Man (oh, and I think some other chic we picked up, friend of AD�s) were just getting started. The chic-friend left. We called some friends, Actor and Comedian. Actor is HOT. Comedian is HILARIOUS. They live with AD, were up all night working on some computer-music thing, and somehow, we talked them into driving over the hill and to the hotel to enter the day on a good note, a fun note. They came over.

As they entered the room, LA Man was leaving (see what I mean, rotate out, rotate in? Bad Kitty!) Not 10 seconds through the door, Comedian says, �Okay, all I know is I�m sitting on my couch, watching TV, when a midget comes in and next thing I know, she�s slapping my roommate.� Apparently, 2 of Comedian�s roommates (the 6 of these guys live together) were out drinking, and brought home Bridgett the Midget (no shit, that�s her real name). One of them was trying to hook up with her. An argument ensued, and she ended up slapping a guy in the face. The story was long and detailed, and I remember laughing to tears. It had just happened hours earlier. Alright, I�m gonna split this up. Because you see, this is just the first half of the party. The second half will be up shortly�. Stay tuned!!!

-Barbarella

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Part ONE - LA done the right way 2001-07-30 8:50 a.m. I couldn�t have planned it better myself. And that�s saying a LOT. Alright, the update, our trip to LA, our EXTREME debauchery, full of men, midgets, clubs, hotels, parties and a smorgasbord of, you guessed it, drugs. Yeah, I said �drugs�, you read that right. Could be antibiotics for all you know, so I am unincriminatable (Barbarism). Let�s start at the beginning. Bare with me, this is a long one, but I promise, it will be worth every minute you spend reading it, just to get a peak into 24 hours of psychotic partying, 24 hours that would tie us neck and neck with any of those Hollywood biographies about any movie or rock star who went crazy on the strip. The Sunset Strip.

I didn�t go to work on Friday. Neither did Kitty. No, I kept that poor girl up until 6am after dancing (as fun and energy releasing as I imagined it would be) on Thursday night. So that tired little feline ended up passing out with me in my bed until it was time to get a move on, get our shit together and head up to Tinsel Town. We got a call from Pony at 11am. Little Miss Firestarter was going to come with us! The wheels were back in motion. After showering, packing, and running a few errands, we were on the road, heading north.

The Hotel: I�m not even going to go into the fact that we were at the wrong hotel for awhile, went as far as valet parking our cars and searching for a room that didn�t exist. Point is, we got to the RIGHT hotel at about 8pm. The Standard. Walking in, we saw a huge shag rug with low chairs and couches, very retro. Straight ahead, the check-in counter. Behind the counter and raised so all could see, was a giant glass box, where a blonde woman was striking various poses on colored fur. To the right of the counter, a DJ, spinning music for the people on the rug, the bar off to the right, the lobby in general. On the way to the elevator, at the end of the hall, Molly Ringwald�s face was projected on the wall. Later, this was a video of a naked woman standing and talking, though you couldn�t hear what she said. Up to the room, where we met up with Pony�s friends, S & D, two fellows from Atlanta. Air-couch, silver bean bag, it was like visiting Austin Power�s summer house. Groovy.

We were ready to embark on our adventure. We started in the hotel bar, where we met up with more friends, Kitty�s cowboy, and my good friend, AD (remember, Africa Dick?). Thank God AD was with us, he acted like a tour guide and party planner for the rest of the evening. First, off to Bar Marmonte (I have no idea how to spell this). Typical LA crowd. Then, to the Key Club, opposite end of the Sunset Strip, where we saw the most amazing show. Crowded dance floor, people packed in like sardines, I stood above to watch, enjoying the music, the elevated DJ on the stage, surrounded by beautiful Go Go dancers, constantly switching with new costumes. When suddenly, the middle of the dance floor cleared as two strips of red cloth came down from the ceiling. A woman appeared in the center of the crowd, costumed in a glitter bikini, and started to climb the cloth. Once she got near the top, I witnessed something I�ve only seen on Cirque de Soleil. She wrapped the cloth around her wrists, ankles, did various flips, turns, splits, I really can�t give it justice. We were awestruck. She was flying, spinning, floating. For the finale, she wrapped the cloth around her waist, through her legs, held herself high in the air, and then let go, plummeting like a yo-yo until the rope snapped taut and caught her, upright, a foot above the ground. Wow.

We were off to an after-party, friends of AD�s. Kitty sent cowboy home, and he was immediately replaced with LA Man, a cool guy that AD met on the dance floor. I swear, Kitty was switching guys out and in like a revolving door. So enter LA Man, and the lot of us headed downtown, packed tight in a cab. The driver got quite the earful, let me tell ya. 25 minutes in a car packed with 6 fucked-up partiers whose only concern is where�s the next party? Scary. Okay, I�ll be honest here. I don�t really remember the after-party. Private, warehouse-loft-thingy, I think people lived there. DJ, drinks served ALL night, couches, people. We left there at around 4am to head back to the hotel. Where in my mind, the party REALLY began. Okay, 5am. We are in the hotel room, S&D (Pony�s friends) are getting sleepy. The rest of us, Pony, Kitty, AD, and LA Man (oh, and I think some other chic we picked up, friend of AD�s) were just getting started. The chic-friend left. We called some friends, Actor and Comedian. Actor is HOT. Comedian is HILARIOUS. They live with AD, were up all night working on some computer-music thing, and somehow, we talked them into driving over the hill and to the hotel to enter the day on a good note, a fun note. They came over.

As they entered the room, LA Man was leaving (see what I mean, rotate out, rotate in? Bad Kitty!) Not 10 seconds through the door, Comedian says, �Okay, all I know is I�m sitting on my couch, watching TV, when a midget comes in and next thing I know, she�s slapping my roommate.� Apparently, 2 of Comedian�s roommates (the 6 of these guys live together) were out drinking, and brought home Bridgett the Midget (no shit, that�s her real name). One of them was trying to hook up with her. An argument ensued, and she ended up slapping a guy in the face. The story was long and detailed, and I remember laughing to tears. It had just happened hours earlier. Alright, I�m gonna split this up. Because you see, this is just the first half of the party. The second half will be up shortly�. Stay tuned!!!