Do you know what hotel security at the Ritz Carlton says when they catch you hiding out smoking a joint in the corner right next to the NO SMOKING sign?
On Saturday, Grant had to go to VH1 and do voice-over work for his TV show, so Fatty and I decided to wander down Melrose. Check out what we saw in Starbucks: it's a shirtless guy, wearing overalls, a stoooopid Paddington bear hat, sunglasses INDOORS and holding a walking stick while he's SITTING DOWN AND PLAYING CHESS! Oh my god, I call this photo "EVERY SINGLE REASON I DON'T LIVE IN LOS ANGELES."
Why is it that every dude in LA walks around in little matching denim outfits (complete with mesh caps)? He looks like he bought all his fucking clothes at Baby Gap.
I was trying to take a photo of Grant biting the giant "Randy's Donuts" sign but right at the last minute, this big truck came into the pic almost blocking at I had to yell "Go high! Go high!" to even get the Donut in the pic. Mmmmm. Donuts.
After a few aspirin and several liters of water *whew*, we hopped in the car and drove out to Ross & Jordana's house in the valley where we also met up with Emma Taylor and Lorelei Sharkey who were in LA for two days as part of their book tour.
Saturday morning, I met up with Laura (aka - Special Sos) and her new
man Tavis (who is a rad graphic
designer) for breakfast. Afterwards,
we went back to the hotel, met up with Kate and hung out at the pool
for most of the day.
After getting my calls out of the way, I decided to head up to the Standard's rooftop pool which I'd heard so much about. The place didn't disappiont. Not only was it amazing, it was practically deserted.
After my swim, I met up with Louis and we headed over to one of the big entertainment's movie lots (where our meeting was taking place). We had some time to kill before the meeting started so we walked around their "New York City" lot and I snapped this pic of "Mulberry & Grand St." (which in real life is three blocks from my apartment).
Tuesday night I hopped a flight to LA for a bunch of meetings. And the wonderous Kate Hill (recently transplanted from Boston and shown here posing with her bitching new ride) was gracious enought to pick me up at the airport (and chaffeur my ass around town).