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.