That Teddy’s is full of shit, man.

And it’s also teeming with a big dumb group of “what-can-you-do-for-me”s. I finally got the chance to hang out with my amazing friend Enerel and I was super pumped to go dancing with her at Teddy’s – but after a few rounds, looking for some friendly faces, I’m disappointed to say there were none. Zero. Plenty of faces trying to look cool and pretend that I don’t exist, but not a single awesome guy or girl around. They would rather bump into you and body check you with their purse than possibly make a new friend. This was a harsh reality for me, coming off of the amazing weekend I just had in Venice, making some fantastic new friends. These girls were so caring and fun and normal, interesting, friendly and real. I couldn’t imagine being in the same room as them and having them not speak to me – which is what happened to Enerel!! As she and I sat on a ledge I asked her if she knew anyone else in the group besides a guy she introduced me to, and she knew EVERYONE at the table, yet none of them spoke a word to her or me. So strange. Listen guys, it’s almost 2011, get over yourself! Just because you are a promoter, a model, a rich kid or the cocaine hookup does not mean you are the most important person in the room. We are all people; we all have feelings, emotions and insecurities to begin with. The last thing I need is some little shit trying his/her bestest to make me feel like less of a person. Unless I can individually handpick every person that goes to that bar, I will probably never go to Teddy’s sucky ass pretentious bar again. Yuk. Oh and I’m pretty sure that James Caan, Elliot Gould and Larry Gordon, all of whom I had dinner with tonight, would agree.

My face is on fire

And it's not from the sun. I just happened to click on the comments tab on my blog and...there were comments there!!! I knew some of my friends read the blogs here and there and a select few have read all of them but...people I don't even know are following me!!! I'm sitting here in my jammies, blushing. Thanks guys and girls, that just made my day.
In other news, I'm back in LA. Again. After a 95 day hiatus, I came back to land of sand and plastic, shielding my eyes from the blinding Fall sun. I've been a little busy since then, selling my trusty Honda, and getting into my beloved Mini. I'm looking for a job job. Not like a big kid 9-5, but an esthetician job. I'm trying my hardest to stay and work in this city, but these tours just keep coming. I'm glad I've had them, but I'd like to be HERE. So, to the pavement!
P.S. I've come to the conclusion that I'm a terrible driver. Really - a bad driver. I have to constantly remind myself to pay attention, don't touch my phone, eyes on the road, quite messing with the radio. Because the second I take my eyes off the church van in front of me to watch a heated debate between Orthodox Jews and the tow truck guy...BAM!! I crash into the church van.
Piss piss piss piss piss.