officially a socialite. [define - been there done that]

apparently sticking your finger in your mouth as an act of disgust, as a reaction to the nastiness with which one is currently presented with, is enticing to the xy individual. a phone call. snoop dawg. he was there. kinda. i love the girl, which is why my rude mode [which was so beautifully executed a previous week before] eventually got turned off as soon as we met up at hotspot, les deux.

rain pour. doesn't matter. put that dress on, bring the umbrella - her favorite one. free parking on the street? jackpot! this must be our lucky day. little did we know. rain rain, pour on us, for this was bound to be one of the best nights in LA thus far. 2008 you have been doing us well. walk to the front, walk in for free. no need to show ID. that's too tacky for this place. schmooze with the bouncer. lights. flashing. that is all we saw. go to the back bar - follow him. a short walk later to the back, we make friends with cranordka. why not? that, at least was our mentality. strange - this is not normal behavior. walk around some more, dance some more, start to shake it off...realize we want another one...walk right up to him and our hands were occupied once more. $5 poorer, due to the fact that we wanted to at least tip the bartender for his two good deeds. small dose of cranordka later with the table next to the dance floor, we were good to go. not enough to walk up to ryan philippe himself, but good enough to gaze at him from afar. 3 feet at that.

leave LD, share an umbrella walking back to the car, and sit in the car for a bit in disbelief. did that really all just happen? catch some z's, wake up in the morning, only to find that it would be a glasses day. a long friday. one that would need to end with another night in hollywood. another night in hollywood translated to opera [you know you watch the hills] being unfortunately bumpin' with house music. doorman, wow. highlight of the evening. back at the 111, sleep ensues. dreams are waiting to be had and matches are waiting. do you believe in fate?

like she said, once you've had gold - it's hard to top. from downtown LA to hollywood, it's lethal. thanks for the constant welcome home party. it's been fun.

we are, what we say we are.