Hmmmm...

I just thought of a great title for the picture below...

I shall call it "Brown Brown Brown. Brown Brown Brown Meghan."

Blogging from Katie's!

I wake up @ 10:30. PM.

Where am I? How did I get here? Who am I?

Girls are screaming my name. This bed is nice.

The lights turn on.

I'm at Katie's. I'm in Katie's bed.

The girls are calling for me to see if I'm alive. They've just come back from a movie.

I take a few steps. Yay! I'm not drunk anymore!

I look down. Yay! I have hands!

How did I get here?

The last thing I remember is Max arriving at the pool and me being so excited to see him.

Hmmmm... Well. It was a fun day. Poolside. Drinking. Shots. Drinking. I drank too much as usual.



We got to Katie's around 1ish. Barbequed, swam, jacuzzed. Oh yes. And drank.

Tash and I did shots. Worst idea ever.

Apparently I drunk-sleep-walked back to Katie's and passed out in her bed moaning while they all went to see the 40 Year Old Virgin.

Apparently I ate Katie's chips and hid them in a cupboard she never puts chips in.

Apparently I uploaded pictures from the Cut + Run Fiesta!

Burgers. Chips. Yummmmmmmy.

And now I'm sober! I can drive home!

Daytime parties are the best.

Cut + Run = WAHAHHAHWHW!ZQAA!!

So the Cut + RunFest was everything it promised to be.



Everyone was in high spirits. 3 bars. The bartenders came from a company called "Yummy Bartenders." Tequila tasting stations. Hundreds of Cut + Run shotglasses. Hula hooping homoerotic dancers. Taquito-mania. Drinking. Dancing. Tequila. Drinking.

Bumped into a bunch of my former advertising co-workers. A pleasant surprise. Everyone was obliterato. Random dudes were passed out in the editing bays. Bosses swinging from the chandeliers.

Lost my phone on the cab ride home. Got a new one this morning. About time I got rid of the freshman year shitphone. But I have no numbers. So if I don't have your number and you want to talk to me ever again, email it to me.

Spent the day recovering. Ate some pizza. Went to Max's to play computer editing fun. Delicious Italian dinner with Kristy. Watched the OC.

And the weekend has only begun.

More meat fo re me?

Is ther me ore meetee for me? i haope there i smore mfmeemtat for me. because that would mean....


YESSS I AM EATING A HAMBURENGER


nono.
i am eating an aboudm dumbleing

dmpogn

dumpling


. micove=crover = DING!


the ubmdlings are DDOINEEE!!!

ayum ym uymu yuymuym yu

aeyin asi agos
good
i lvoe cu t0 run! beacer the beast p[arty ever


masx didn't get in betu walter and peter and katei and tasisy and mEeee and krist ya nd juarked and bty theat i maena jared. jard. yeah. and i tw safun

and open bar anr awed beveragher san beeeeer adn tequila tasting.

i love drikning

The weeds speak to meeeeeeeeee

Here little twitter.

Come take a shitter.

On my new woolen sweater.

Or my doggie named Moe.


I can't take you fishin'

Cuz the river's a-swishin'

And my daddy done stole the canoe.



**sidenote: it is sneeze to fun when you're on the run.

***and by the way, AAAAaaCHOOOOO!!!! backwards is OOOOCHaaAAAA!!!!

Happy Day!

Today IS such a glorious day.

I woke up and it was kind of chilly. I decided I needed a vest. I yanked out my dusty North Face vest that I haven't worn since April and what do I find in the pocket? My tax return!!!

$680 dollars I had completely forgotten about.

Oh it is a wonderful day.

We just ordered $300 of Indian food of which I ate about 10%. Maybe more. Chicken Biryani, Tikka Masala, Saag.

Life at Cut + Run = the best.

Only handful of hours left until the big bash!!!

Guest Blogger: Miss Blotto Speaks! Cross-Blogging! Ahhhhh!

Oh it is a glorious day! A mere 32 hours from the Cut + Run Fiesta, and DK has run to the nursery to buy us some succulent plants! We will then nibble on CTM from Nawab of India before figuring out where to set up our 300 tealights. There was more gloriousness this morning, but DK can fill you in himself.

This is what happens when Dennis logs into Blogger on my computer and leaves it open. Let's see how long it takes him to notice.

Yesterday's New York Times features a "Most E-mailed" article about March of the Penguins. Apparently, evangelicals et al are calling it "The Passion of the Penguins." Because it's about family. According to Michael Medved, it is "the motion picture this summer that most passionately affirms traditional norms like monogamy, sacrifice and child rearing."

I don't think Michael saw last year's special on the monogamous gay penguins at the Central Park Zoo.



Awwww! Penguins!

Cut and Run!

I got a call this morning from Meghan asking me if I wanted to work for her for a few days at Cut + Run.

They are throwing an enormous party on Thursday for 300+ people. Spending tens of thousands of dollars (they bought 200 candle holders/candles if that is any measure of the insanity). And they need help setting up.

So I have three days of work with Megoon and her lovely coworkers. Making deliveries, pulling little sticky price tags off candle holders, unpacking shotglasses, picking up supplies. Easy and fun. Work isn't work when you're with friends.

The office is awesome. They have a chef. They have unlimited snacks and beverages. They have a sauna/shower. It's crazy. A major step up from Graying & Balding.

Fun people, delicious food, mindless non-stressful tasks... groovy baby.

The K.U. Shoot

So I worked on a REAL music video yesterday.

My buddy Chris followed through and finally got me hooked up as a P.A. on the K.U. video. Honestly though, being a PA is the opposite of getting "hooked up", you are stuck doing the shitty stuff noone else wants to do, like cleaning up trash, and shovelling scummy sewage out of the path of the utility trucks.

We shot down in the L.A. river basin which for the most part was dried out. (It's where they shot the Pussycat Dolls' Don't Cha Video and Grease and stuff.) It's going to look really really awesome. But the part that wasn't dried out was all garbage and poop covered and scummy from all the trash and homeless people living down there. Yes, homeless people live down there like little trolls. It's crazy. But also good because one homeless man volunteered to shovel away a pile of muck (with his bare hands) in exchange for a breakfast burrito. Since we had an endless supply of breakfast burritos on our catering truck this was a no-brainer.

The day was fun, but long. It was a real music video. With huge cranes holding lights. And cameras mounted on trucks. And tons of crew, record people, management-types.

And Keith remembered me. That was exciting. He actually came up to me and was like, "Dennis! Nice to see you mate!"

I worked from about 6am to 9pm. It was a long day. But it was a great experience. Directing a music video really doesn't seem like such a monumental task anymore. There are so many people who are involved, the director doesn't have to do all that much. You have lighting guys whose job it is to know everything about lighting. You have the director of photography and camera men who know what shots will look good. And each of these people have a crew of little assistants that help make little adjustments. The director really just liases with the artist and management, figures out what they want, and makes comments about whether or not he likes this shot or that shot, whether the lights look too bright, or the energy is missing, or whatever.

The video is going to look AWESOME. Check it out in a few weeks on CMT or something.

September 11th reflection

After reading Meghan's blog, I found myself reflecting on the way things went down four years ago yesterday.

It was 10 am or something and some random girl ran up to us as we were leaving the Psych building screaming, "some planes flew into the Pentagon and knocked it over!"

I remember thinking this girl was a moron, you can't "knock over" the pentagon. It is the biggest, flattest building ever...

But then as we walked down Waterman we noticed crowds of people clustered around a couple of cars with their doors open, radios blasting. People had their arms around each other, listening intently. A couple of girls were crying.

The first thing I heard was "Oh my god! Oh my god! The second tower of the world trade center has just fallen."

I still get chills thinking about it. It was such an unfathomable image in my head. It took several seconds to register. The second tower falling meant that one tower had already fallen. The WTC, with it's 104 floors or so, collapsing with all those thousands of people inside. I couldn't believe it.

Somehow Kathryn was next to me. I don't remember if we left class together or what. But we just held each other in shock as we listened to the stunned, speechless radio reporters. We ran upstairs back into the Psych building and found a classroom with a big screen tv. The room was filled with people who had come in to see what was happening. It just didn't seem real.

I called my parents. I don't remember what was said. I think they were watching the same thing. The rest of that day was a blur. I remember calling Kristy in Chicago who was fast asleep. She mumbled, "yeah I heard" and then went back to sleep. I thought that was odd. I think we all spent the rest of the afternoon in a dazed, confused state. I remember thinking all the petty little arguments I have with people are such a stupid waste of time. I remember rethinking my life and my priorities and realizing that stressing about stupid shit is stupid when you should just enjoy what you're doing and have fun.

I don't really know why I'm writing any of this. I think that I just want to get it down and written because it's not a feeling I ever want to forget. Maybe I've also been thinking about it because I've been a little worried about what I'm going to do next with my life. I'm not worried about finding a job. I'm just worried about finding a job that I love. I worry about wasting time. And not enjoying what I do. Because that would be the absolute worst thing. Working at a job that I hate. Because life is a journey. This past year has been an awesome journey. I've learned so much and have had so many awesome crazy experiences that I'll remember and talk about for the rest of my life, regardless of what I end up doing.

When I went to visit Ground Zero a year later. I remember being really moved by the last standing remnant of the whole disaster (pictured below).



Oh I am tired. I think that was a long rambling post. I worked from 6am to 9pm today. I'll write about that tomorrow.

My goddamn eyes.

Had dinner at Dan and Emily's tonight. We had to shut off the fan in the corner because it was drying out my eyes and they were burning. What the hell is wrong with my eyes? I'm so excited to go back to New York in a week in a half. Yes to see all the people I love. But also to see if the less dry weather will cure me of this annoying dry-eye syndrome. Oh you cannot understand the discomfort and frustration and ugliness-feeling I have been experiencing for the past 6 months.

Imagine feeling your eyelid scrape across your eye every time you blink. It can't be a good thing. Yet my eye doctor says my cornea is fine and intact. It's just very dry. Probably because of the dry climate. I've tried eye steroids, every possible brand of drops, ointments. Nothing works. I don't get it. They say that on a scale of 1 to 10, with 10 being a normal eye and 1 being a dead person's tearless eye I am at a 3.

Funny how you just totally take your body's millions of stupid little processes for granted until one little thing starts screwing up.

And honestly the worst part about the whole thing is not the discomfort, but having to wear my glasses every day, EVERYWHERE. Especially when I'm going out. Yes it is totally superficial, but I'm sure all my involuntarily bespectacled brethren feel my pain.

"Hi I'm Dennis. And I wear GLAAAAASSES...."

The embarassment that is my life.

So the happy hour thing isn't the best idea for me. It means that by 8 o'clock I'm trashed when normal people are just starting to drink. By 10 o' clock I am just an embarassment.

I went to happy hour at Q's yesterday.

I MIGHT have gone with Dan and Emily to a med school party in Pasadena last night.

I MIGHT have made a new friend named Boobs the Nurse.

I MIGHT have talked to Brian the beautiful surfer doctor in training.

I MIGHT have passed out on the couch at the party.

Unattractively.

Drooling.

Carson Daly show

Just when I think my life sucks and I've reached a new karmic low, something happens that puts everything back in balance.

Alec, AKA Mr. Aspiring-Action-Star, asked me if I wanted to go with him to watch the taping of Last Call with Carson Daly up on the NBC Lot.

Alec's roommate Josh just got a job as Carson's new personal assistant (his show just moved from NY to LA) so he got us on the list as house guests.

Didn't have to wait in line. Got personally ushered to the front row. Three feet from the desk and guest chairs. It was ridiculous.

Steve Carell, Shannon Elizabeth, Dane Cook, The Donnas, and Blues Traveler.

It was quite a lineup. The musical acts were great. Steve was hilarious, as would be expected. Shannon was sweet, with large breasts and nice shoes. And Dane Cook (see picture to right), who I'd never heard of, is as hot as he is funny. And he is fucking funny.

Set your TiVos. It's next Friday night.

I'll be in the front row.

Wearing glasses. And tall.

Walter's Music Video

So I worked on the music video that Walter hooked me up with yesterday and the day before. Yesterday I went in at 7am and worked until 10pm.

It was a long day.

I spent most of it painting and watching them shoot the video.

Pamela, the director, was incredibly nice, sweet, beautiful, everything. She's a professional photographer specializing in pictures of rock bands and stuff like that. So I would love love love to work for her as an assistant.

I also ended up being IN the video since I guess they needed some "asian flavor". I'm one of the extras who holds up a little sign of their "ex" along with the reason we "broke up". Pictures of Tee and Naia were also selected to be in it. Tee was renamed "Tanya Powers", and Naia was "Denise Kwan".

So whatever. No pay. But it was fun.

Oprah's going to Heaven!!!

Kristy and I just sat and watched the entire Oprah show from today. She was reporting Live from the Superdome or whatever in Houston. It was the most depressing thing I've ever seen.

I actually have it on my TiVo if anyone wants to watch it. It's much more informative than watching the real news. She actually has cameras on the ground interviewing people, capturing footage of corpses, injured people, feces, more corpses, and they actually go INTO the now deserted Superdome.



It's so horrible. People dying and being left in the water and the corpses exploding with pus and disease because of the gas that builds up in the intestines from the decomposition. Gang fights inside the Superdome where there are tens of thousands of people and families trying to survive. And in darkness might I add. 15,000 people living in an enclosed stadium without electricity while people are getting shot and murdered. Stories of children and babies being raped. God. Police officers who have committed suicide and 80% of which are now homeless and many have worked for 5 days straight because they are just good people doing their jobs. Sick/injured people that are hurt beyond repair being left "to die in peace" among hundreds of corpses in the makeshift morgues in the New Orleans AIRPORT. Diseases that will be spreading in the weeks to come because everyone has been wading around in water that has 45,000 times the dangerous bacteria content.

It's so absurd that George Bush is starting an investigation into what went wrong. Look in the mirror you dumb donkey ass. On top of that the federal government is blaming all the local governments for not doing enough. What the hell are local officials supposed to do when their homes and resources are all UNDER WATER and they have no electricity?

It is so sickening and sad. I can't believe Oprah actually went down there. Walked through crowds of dirty disgusting diseased people who all wanted to hug and kiss her. And she actually let them touch her. She talked to them and hugged them and kissed and comforted them. I'm so worried for her health. It's a silly thing to say. But I'm worried that she's going to get all these horrible diseases from all the sick, helpless people just because she is such a good person.



I wish I could be that good a person. I wish I could go and hug those who need hugs without worrying for my own safety or health. But unfortunately I know that tomorrow or the next day I'll just go back to being the same selfish person, worrying about my job and seeing my friends and having a good time. In the scheme of things and humanity I suck.

Oprah deserves every single cent that she has.

Kristy cried for the full 45 minutes. I'm going to donate some clothes or something tomorrow. God knows I have enough of those and who knows, maybe there will be someone who wears size 36 Length chinos.

dunks bkgiigigooggin!!!

ahaeyyy!!@! u an dyrbj

drunskn helloooo can yoyu heare me???!!@#?

yessss!!

beeers! hammbeurgers!!! hororay!

and its chrsitians burthsday!

iaaaa ahhh hhhh

fooooooooood

Casey's Birthday!

This has been an unbelievably awesome night.

Started out with happy hour at Q's. FREE barfood buffet (chicken wings, fingers, tacos, etc.) Jared and Jon met up with us. Drank like six pitchers of beer. Kristy developed a crush, as I suspected she would.

Then we went to CaseySchwartz's birthday dinner in this remote little sushi joint in downtown LA called Zip Fusion. Went with Katie, Walter, Max, and Meghan. Met a bunch of Casey's other friends. Probably like 20 of us altogether. Everyone was really nice. Everyone was a fellow East Coast Ivy Leaguer. The sushi kept coming. The sake kept coming. It was a 4-hour dinner. And it was amazing.

I am so content.

CaseySchwartz I love thee.

I cooked!

Well kind of.

I baked a shepherd's pie from Costco.

It was pretty good.

Kristy says I can't even claim that I paid for it, because really the government paid for it.

There's something really satisfying about being able to say that I live on foodstamps...

White Coats!

Yesterday Dan got knighted.

He got his white coat and is now officially on his way to becoming an MD.

In what I suppose some would say is inappropriate behavior I spent the ceremony scanning the faces of his new classmates and picking out who his new best friend should be. Below are the finalists.



My pick is for #3. Brian Davis. Because he's a surfer AND an aspiring doctor. Our kids would be little half-asian surf-smarties!

Speaking of Miller Lite...

I've been helping everyone's favorite Miller Lite boy with his portfolio for his auditions and modeling go-sees.

He's had all these kickass shots taken by random photographer types. But alas, even the beautiful people need some photoshop help.

I can totally smell superstardom ahead for our little Walter...