the golden globes, a wake, and a resident alcoholic.

i’m half dressed as i write this. dress pants, and my shirt half done… bottle of coke, and a half eaten mint cookie next to me. as i run through the events of the night, i’d say it pretty much balanced out between disappointing and unique.

it’s hard to focus on the blog being nearly 3am, and with walter, the resident alcoholic snoring outside my door. it looks like he tried to stumble into his apartment, but was locked out, and decided to set up camp outside his door. his snoring is unparalleled save for his flatulence (which seems to be as rhythmic as his snoring) and the occasional incoherent mumbling about diablo other demons of el salvador. he’s harmless.

so i was invited to an afterparty for the golden globes by two of my friends last night, and me being the positive yes man that i am, hurriedly got ready and went into hollywood to go meet them. sweet a hollywood type after party! following three wrong turns, a lack of confirmation number, and 35 minutes in my friend’s mum’s minivan, we arrived at our destination a little agitated, but nonetheless relieved to finally be there. looking at the venue, it looked as though the party had yet to get started. either way, it started to dawn on me that up until now, i’d not paid a dollar for anything. hmmm, hollywood after party for a commoner like me without paying a dime? regardless, we stepped up to the bouncer, as if thinking that just because we’d RSVP’d that we would be on a list and allowed to enter. no.

it seems that the RSVP was simply so you could get in LINE. from there, you were able to pay the bouncer 50 dollars to get into a 25 dollar entry event. so for the four of us, we could drop 200 dollars to get in. in my current financial situation, i’ve barely money to pay for pants, so it was an easy walk away for me. a stupid mistake of mine. we should know that nothing in this town is free.

we hitched a ride from unique’s mum in her minivan again, where we decided to drown our sorrows in a drink of two while we were in town. we stopped off at the “house of blues” on sunset. and while it seems eerily quiet, there were a number of cars parked outside. we walked down to the back entrance and seated ourselves, and began talking about how futile our attempts to get in were. how stupid of us. i mean c’mon, really? as we began having a little chat and getting comfortable, someone pointed out that we might have stumbled into a book signing. looking up, there was a huge projector screen of the author. hmmm, maybe we could get a free book? at least then the night wouldn’t be a complete bust…

it wasn’t until this exchange of dialogue occurred that we realised what was happening.
unique – “i don’t know that author”
ross – “nah neither do i… place seems nice though. i feel a bit under dressed however. everyone else is wearing black.”
unique – “what’s the authors name?”
ross – “it says up there. josie smith*… 1976-2010…”
unique – “…..”
ross – “…. i think we’re at a wake.”

needless to say, we left shortly after.

that was two strikes for the night. i didn’t want a third. we jumped across the road to the saddle ranch (checked to see if there was any lines, or wakes), and sat ourselves down for a few drinks and smores… which were really just crackers and marshmellows. following the eating, i joined some friends in hollywood where i divulged my strikes to their amusement. only i could try getting into a hollywood after party, but end up crashing a wake. contrary to what will farrell says… the chicks were not horny.

so getting home, i realised i could take from the night… if nothing else. a decent blog entry.

r.

*i can’t remember the girl’s name… i was too busy focusing trying to exit.