i loooove l.a. (not really. but this was almost worth the trip.)

so one of my childhood friends and i have been working on hanging out for a minute now, but to no avail. she's in showbiz down here in lala land (of course) so she's been too busy for her little buddy that she used to let glue dry on her hands with. but at last she invited me to a little soirée that she was attending so that we could hang out, catch up, all that jazz. so i get the invite, don't think much of it, i'm just excited to get to see big al after all these years. (small footnote: my friend is gorgeous. which is only applicable when mixed with being in los angeles, and apparently i should have guessed sumthin like this was going to happen.)

she tells me that the shindig is at "this guy’s house." again, i don't think much of it at the time, just figuring that this is some friend with a nice place that she's borrowing for the night. so i get to the spot and it turns out to be a pretty substantially pimped out pad. yawn. panoramic view of l.a. double yawn. art from the l'oeuvre, pictures of him and some of the biggest celebrities of all time. triple yawn. ok, i'm lying. all this shit was impressive. it made me rethink girls getting randomly sexed up by c-listers. i mean, this guy was 80-years-old and if he would have agreed to pay my rent for a few months we might have been able to work sumthin out.

all that being said, it was still just a house with a view and some cool pictures. but the next thing i know this guy is talking about a date that he went on when he was younger, with a girl by the name of marilyn monroe. MARILYN MONROE!?!? are you serious???? which i would have certainly thought was a load of crap except for the fact that he had a picture of him and lana turner having drinks. so yeah, i mostly can't describe how fucking cool it was to be in the presence of someone who had been in the presence of marilyn. all i can really say is that shaking his hand made me somehow feel as though i was touching...well, it was fucking cool.