Happy Halloween!!!!!

Erica and I saving the planet one Halloween at a time...

You saw her sing at my birthday party...

and if you didn't, you missed out...

but if you did, then you know you witnessed the beginnings of a truly talented star... join me on November 16th, as Katie performs an entire concert of original and covered work... she will be on tour the rest of the holiday season, so this is the last chance to see her this year...

Katie Thompson Live!
NOVEMBER 16TH, 2004

On-stage,

On-her birthday!

8:30 PM@ The Lee Strasberg Theatre Institute

7936 Santa Monica Boulevard

-one block

West of Fairfax

Doors open at 8:00

$10 admission

Birthday presents are not required....but bring pretty men.

also, please bring any and as many friends as you can... forward this to all of your lists... a packed house would be the best birthday present ever...

www.katiethompson.com

The Other Side of AIDS West Coast Premiere

A good movie, good cause, good event... this is from my friend Eric... hope to see y'all there... xox Bob


Dear Friends and Colleagues,

I am pleased and excited to invite you to the West Coast premiere of my documentary The Other Side of AIDS (www.theothersideofaids.com ) in competition at the AFI (American Film Institute) Film Festival on Saturday, November 6th at 9:45pm and again on Monday, November 8th at 4:00pm. The screenings take place at the Arclight Theatre in Hollywood.

Directed by Robin Scovill, The Other Side of AIDS raises insightful, thought-provoking, and controversial challenges to popular ideas about HIV and AIDS. I am extremely proud of this film, humbled by the stories and motivated by the information the documentary presents. This film not only inspires healthy skepticism but also encourages much needed dialogue regarding this subject.

Tickets can be purchased by calling 1.866.AFI FEST or online at http://afi.com/onscreen/afifest/2004/tickets.aspx starting TODAY!

Please call me with any questions and please forward this email to anyone you feel might be interested in attending.

Thank you for your support!
Best regards,

Eric E. Paulson

Producer

Does my hair look tan?

Just sitting here eating my oatmeal this morning and thought I better throw down some words. As usual, a lot going on. As usual, nothing changes.

Tuesday night as I was going line dancing, I wasn't ready to commit to wearing my cowboy hat, so I decided my hair needed some body. So I dug out some hair spray (since my hair has gotten so long, I rarely use the stuff these days). I sprayed it, dried it. Figured it was just too long and heavy to make any difference and after a few songs on the dance floor, decided the cowboy hat was in order. Today as I was getting ready for work, I decided to give the hairspray another try. But today with a little less hurry, I noticed the bottle I had been using wasn't hairspray, but was in fact sunless tanning spray I had received in some gift bag. So, I will be working on my highlights this weekend...

Speaking of this weekend, Paddy is taking me to Santa Barbara for my birthday. Yep, still celebrating after all these months...

As some of you know, I have been really sick lately and after several (and I do mean several) medical tests and physicals and cat scans... it turns out I am going to be fine and live for awhile longer (sorry for those of you who had your eyes on my CD collection)... it turns out I just had a polyp in my right sinus... so when I contracted a virus from jet setting all over the globe, the inflamation of my sinus pressed the polyp which pressed on my brain which caused the excrutiating headaches that I was convinced were going to kill me... so today I am off for another cat scan so we can figure out just what it will take to get rid of it and soon it will all be behind me...

Will that make me a polyp survivor????

Don't forget, The Phacts of Life starts tomorrow night (see the entry below)... I will be there next week...

Is anyone else as in love with Oliver Hudson as I am???

Is anyone else watching Jack and Bobby?????

The Phacts are back!!!

Hi friends---


PHACTS OF LIFE is back! By popular demand and the kind insistence of James Grace at Hollywood's snazzy Improv Olympic West, 6366 Hollywood Blvd., just east of Cahuenga, we will be performing two episodes per night EVERY Saturday from October 9 to November 27. The tickets are only 10 bucks, there's a full bar and valet parking, not to mention the dream cast of a lifetime: The incomparable Sam Pancake as spoiled-rotten debutante Miss Piggy, er, Blair; swarthy, sexy Steve Sobel as violence-prone diesel-dagger Jo; ever-wacky audience fave Madeline Long as Edna Garrett; Mad-TV star Daniele Gaither in a hilariously frightening simulation of chatty, bratty Tootie; pop culture tart Julie Brown (the white, talented one!) as chunky Jewess Natalie; and The Nellie Olesons' cuddly sicko Terrence Michael as handi-capable Cousin Geri!

The guest stars include A Dirty Shame's Mink Stole; Lampshade chanteuse Kate Flannery, My Big Fat Obnoxious Fiance's James Grace, and the very funny Jason Ginsburg, Angela Otey, Kevin Walsh, and Dudley Beene.

Every two weeks brings a fresh pair of episodes including a brand-new Cousin Geri! Here's the current schedule:

October 9 & 16-- Tootie and the teen prostitution ring**** All-new "Cousin Geri"

October 23 & 30-- Natalie takes a college course and turns into a bigger, fatter bitch****Cousin Geri returns and dates Eastland's tres hunky French teacher.

November 6 & 13-- In Part One of a very special two-parter, Blair's stepsister shocks the gang when she announces she's becoming a nun... and so does Jo!****Cousin Geri.

November 20 & 27-- The Nun, Part 2**** Cousin Geri Returns.

Please come to the show as many times as you can! Call 323.962.7560 for tickets.

THANKS!

Have you missed me?

So much for keeping everyone up to date!

I have actually spent the last week and a half incredibly sick with some migraine inducing virus, but it looks as though as I am going to survive. I can't tell you how many nights I cried myself to sleep singing Gloria and thinking of Laura Branigan as the pain in my head throbbed unbearably.

The high point of so much time on the couch... I am SOOOOOO caught up on my TV shows. I would be lost without the WB. My absolute favorite new show is Jack and Bobby. My friend Barbie is working on it and I tuned in as a gesture, but now I am completely obsessed. Next up, my eyes are still red from tonight's episode of One Tree Hill. I am so upset we didn't get to hear what Dan said to Lucas at the end, but I think that Huey Lewis and Bess Armstrong as Hayley's parents is complete genius casting! Wednesday I have Smallville and that new show the Mountain (I just think that Oliver Hudson is so cute), Friday I have Reba (still one of the funniest shows on TV). Seriously, what would I do this season without the WB????

What are you watching this season???

And although it wasn't Charla and Mirna, I was so happy to see Chip and Kim beat Scott and Laci, I mean Colin and Christie on last weeks nail biting Amazing Race. And did anyone else watch them on the Early Show the next day when Colin proposed to Christie? Maybe it's me, but I am guessing that the Jesus models are no longer a couple... Their love was not in God's light that morning!

Two major milestone birthday's today... Clara and Hannah are both turning a major clock and I wish them both a moment of reflection and a year full of laughter and happiness!!!!

I have to go watch more TV... Shannen Doherty is popping up on North Shore :-)

Rennovate My Family

This is from my friend Val...


Hey--
 
For those interested, the reality show I've been working on, "Renovate My Family", debuts this Wednesday, September 1st on Fox (8/7central). 
 
I hope you'll all watch, so that the two weeks I spent on a construction site in the Dallas humidity will not have been in vain.  (I tried really hard to stay off camera, but I'm not sure if I did.)
 
http://www.fox.com/renovatemyfamily/
 
 
--Val

Go see my friend's show!

This is from my friend Erin (my very first friend I ever made in Hollywood)... I saw her last show, "It's a Stevie Wonderful Life" and it was hysterical, so you can expect me in the front row at "A Comedy of Aerosmith"...

"Hey, y'all. Just letting you know that this is my final weekend doing the Root Beer Bandits, the rootin'est tootin'est kids musical of all time! Falcon Theater, 4252 Riverside Dr, Burbank. 818-955-8101. Saturday the 28th at 1:00 and 3:00, Sunday the 29th at 1:00. Oh, and tickets are only 10 bucks for kids and 12 for you grown up types. Then I ride off into the sunset...Actually, then I do ride off...to sunset...boulevard. We're doing A Comedy of Aerosmith at the Roxy again Wednesday, September 8. Call ticketmaster or the Roxy box office for tickets. Do it. Do it now, because I won't take any excuses when we sell out and you "forgot" to get tickets. Go to troubie.com for details. OK, two VERY different shows, I do hope you can make it to one of them! -Erin"

Fantastic! Just fantastic!

I need to attend this within my lifetime...

http://story.news.yahoo.com/news?tmpl=story&u=/afp/afplifestyle_spain

A contemplative and joyous journey in New York - Part One

So many tales to tell... so many personalities who's permission is required to share said tales!

My trip this last weekend to New York may very well be my absolute favorite experience there, and that is really saying something. I love New York. I love it for so many reasons. The food, the people, the energy. I love that I have so many friends there, each with deep and rich memories of prior adventures. I decided to tell, as best I could (and without the additional sordid details) what it is like when I embrace New York and New York embraces me back...

All times are approximate as sobriety is a constant issue.

Saturday:

6:00am- Arrived from LA on the red eye so early that even the sun was still sleeping. See a T-shirt in a window that reads, "I'm a Drunk not an Alcoholic. Alcoholics go to meetings". I silently wish the store open.

6:15am - Meet Ben in baggage claim (he flew in on a different airline). He begins to talk about his flight, I sing an Alanis Morissette song in my mind so I don't hear what he is complaining about. It's an uneventful train ride beyond my boredom which had me going through my toiletries bag and applying the several flavors of lip balm I was carrying and a silver hoop earring that I wore the duration of the trip. I haven't worn an earring in years!

8:00am- Get to Christa's apartment. She did not like being woken up, nor did she like the suggestion that we go and get Starbucks and begin our day. She and Ben went to sleep while I watched TV. Somewhere between the fabulous life of Britney Spears and a repeat of That 70's Show, I must have passed out as well until Erica called my cell around 11.

11:30am- Erica and Eric have arrived at Christa's apartment where we have been slowly getting ready. Christa gets a bottle of champagne and we begin our day properly. I of course forget that I had spent all day Friday with one of my top ten worst hangovers.

12:00pm- Too many mimosas later, we stumble around the corner to a great little diner on 15th and 8th. Delicious breakfast, lots of over the top sexual conversations and dozens of cute boys passing by. Heaven.

1:20pm- We all part ways. Eric has to go meet someone (I don't care who, still upset that anyone could be more important than me), Christa is off to run some errands at the BBB (Bed, Bath and Beyond), while Ben, Erica and I head off to Soho for a spot of shopping. As we are walking off our champagne, I am being reminded that I was in fact hungover on Friday and am wondering if we would be seeing that delicious BLT again that I had at the cafe. All is well when we get to the Pop Shop and I get my ritual one item from there (a new Keith Haring umbrella that was on clearance). It is pouring down rain outside and the heat is sweltering. My hair fought becoming an afro and barely won. Erica found the bag she wanted from a street vendor the day before and after nearly slipping to death twice in the rain because of his flip flops, Ben purchased a new pair, this time with traction. We were all content with our purchases, but in dire need of cocktail stimulation.

4:00pm- Subway back up to Chelsea to visit my friend at the Chelsea Grill. He isn't working, but we stay for some awful food and a cocktail. We are all so tired and useless that we don't speak. Instead I look out into the rainy streets and wonder why I came to New York at all.

5:30pm- We get back to Christa's where she shows her BBB purchases and we all quickly snuggle beneath her new linens and comforters. We watch more TV and doze in and out of consciousness. I have traveled 2,882.6 miles to spend a rainy, tired day indoors. My brain wonders if my cat is okay and considers cutting off my hair before I officially fall asleep.

8:00pm- We are lying around watching TV still. Old School is on. No one seems to be racing to the shower or to pour a cocktail. I want to panic, but I have decided that I just don't care. We can stay in and watch TV and I will remain content just so long as I choose to forget that I have flown so far to get here. Eric is supposed to be over at 9 so we can get a drink. I think Erica is in the shower.

9:10pm- Christa announces that Eric is coming over around 9:45 and immediately pours me a drink before I explode with boredom (often confused with anger from my volatile reactions).

10:00pm- Christa is finally getting ready and I am on my third Vodka and Cranberry. Have stopped caring that Eric hasn't arrived yet. Everyone assures me that no one goes out before 11. I contemplate the balls (some pun intended) it took for Will Farrell to film a nude streaker scene in front of all of those extras.

10:30pm- Eric arrives and Ben has put on Bon Jovi's greatest hits (I am certain in an attempt to keep me sedated). I'm still drinking. I don't care if we ever leave the building.

11:00pm- We finally commit to leaving the house and meeting Christa and Eric's friends. Our party inside is so much fun, I no longer feel like going outside. Erica convinces me or Eric smiles, not sure, but somehow, I follow the group.

11:30pm- We walk over to HELL, a favorite bar of mine in the meat packing district. Somehow I buy a round of drinks on my non-existent budget. Not happy about this and the look on my face shows it. Trying to rally and enjoy myself, but inside, wishing we were back at the apartment listening to Bon Jovi. I put in $2 in the juke box hoping to hear some Deee-Lite. They can always make me smile. Instead it plays some Mariah Carey song and I am reminded I am in Hell.

11:50pm- The group consensus is that Hell is living up to its title and we are going dancing. As we leave, I hear the jukebox chirping out Groove Is In The Heart. Figures. Right outside the club, a drunk Ben enthusiastically accosts a guy quietly sitting on the rail because he loves the green of his jacket. The guy looks at Ben with fear in his eyes, wouldn't you?

11:56pm- We make a decide on which club we are going. Erica and I exchange glances, we are willing to rally as a group, but the energy of the evening is not inspiring us to dance. We divide into separate cabs as the theme from Sex and the City jingles out of my cell phone. It is Erik Garbus calling from Suede where Joey and a few other friends are. I tell him we are on our way without even conferring with the group. We call the other cab and no one complains. Internally I breathe relief, because I know all is about to get better.

12:10am- We arrive at Suede where there is a long line to get in and the bouncer tells someone there is a $20 cover charge. My insecurity kicks in. Maybe we should have gone to the other club. I tell the bouncer who I am. He raises the velvet rope and lets me in with all of my friends in tow, no cover charge and back to the VIP section. It's good to be me. We turn the corner and several voices scream over the loud hip hop "Holy Hell! Big Gay Bob is here!". I was home. Alfonso, Joey, Erik, Dre, Dave, it was so great. They welcomed us in and Joey asked me what I wanted. I barely blinked and I had a vodka cranberry in my hand. Within seconds I was dancing on a table and Erica was dancing on the bench. This was how I remembered New York to be. Eric finally arrived with the other cab of people. We danced. We drank. Ben was on a table when the guys from Boys to Men showed up. I watched a security guard reach for Ben when Joey told him he was with us. Ben never even knew it happened, he just got to keep dancing. At this point there were bottles of Vodka and mixers on the tables. Not a great idea when you have already been drinking all day. At least a bartender can water them down and make you think that you are still getting drunk. Everytime I would pour a new drink, Eric would remove it from my hand, take a large gulp, pass it to Erica, she would take a large gulp and hand it back to me. Fearing there would be none left, I would take a large gulp, only to find the glass empty. So I would fill it up again and the cycle continued until I could no longer get on the table. At one point Erica fell off the table bringing Eric and I down on top of her. She is still questioning the bruises on her body. In an attempt to grab Eric's ass, I reached too far and grabbed this black guy's dick. Thank you lord for not letting him kill me, because I really believe in my soul, he wanted to.

2:00am- Christa leaves. She is too drunk and has had enough.

3:45am- We decide we are done with Suede. We say our goodbyes. Joey invites us to the closing performances of Little Shop of Horrors the next morning. Erica joins some guys out front doing gymnastics on the scaffolding. They can't seem to stay on the bar, so Erica declares them as wimps and begins climbing the scaffolding herself. She shows them... I don't think anything, but it made for some great photo ops!

4:00am- Ben, Erica, Eric and I eat pizza around the corner from Christa's. We laugh and we eat. This is the New York I love.

4:30am- Christa has somehow managed to get us each into our proper sleeping locations (or at least close enough as I am sleeping on the small space of floor next to my mattress). Erica and I finally stop giggling and pass out.

Sunday confronts us in just a few hours...


to be continued...

A contemplative and joyous journey to New York - Part Two

Sunday

9:30am- Mouth is dry. Try to get water out of refrigerator, but my bed is in the kitchen and I can't open the door. Drink two glasses out of the tap. Return to slumber.

10:58am- Wake up to contemplate the day. We are supposed to be at a pool party in Brooklyn at 11 with my friend Amy. Little Shop starts at 2. I know we are in trouble when it looks like lounging by a pool proves to be too much activity.

11:05am- I whisper, "hey guys". Ben is the first to stir and Christa lets out a groggy moan. Erica's head is cocooned in fabric and I am not entirely sure she is under the covers. Before I can get the word party out of my mouth, I am greeted with no's when I say the word pool. Something about it being too early. Erica finally stirs and we are able to reach an agreement that the three of us (sans Christa) would go see Little Shop.

11:20am- In recapping the night, Ben complains about how rude the guy was outside the club in the green jacket. I make him aware of his aggressive nature and that in his drunkness, he mistook fear for rudeness. We rehash the evening prior as we try to piece together the events that lead to Erica's many bruises.

12:15pm- Thinking we are ahead of schedule, the three of us walk two blocks to Cafeteria on 7th and and 18th to meet Eric for breakfast. Only in New York can noon still be an acceptable time to call it breakfast. The wait for a table is 15-30 minutes. It will be tight, but we will make it work.

12:45pm- Ben begins to worry out loud that we won't have enough time to eat and get to the show by 2. I tell him (yell kindly) we will be fine and not to fill the air with bad energy and now feel an internal pressure to make sure we eat at Cafeteria and still make it to the show on time.

12:50pm- Jerry O'Connell and Rebecca Romijn Used-to-be-Stamos walk by.

12:55pm- We finally have a seat. With some generous smiling and sweetness, we explain to our waiter that we need to be out the door by 1:30pm. He doesn't fill us with confidence as he says it may not be possible, but I have to keep my cool so that Ben doesn't see me react.

1:15pm- The waiter comes through, I pretend like I knew it all along and we all begin to come to life as the food finally hits our stomachs.

1:50pm- The cab drops us out front of the theater. Dre is by the backstage door and tells us to come back and say, "hi" after the show.

4:00pm- Joey is on stage dressed as a giant plant, a baby Audrey 2. It is one of best moments ever! The show is great and I feel a sense of pride seeing Joey star in a broadway show. I haven't listened to, or seen this show since 1991 when I was in it in High School. The entire performance I was flooded with memories. Gabi singing as one of the street girls. Bryce Judd drowning everyone as he sang. Denny as the dentist who behind the scenes was developing a crush on Audrey who would someday become his real life wife, Andrea Taboada. Their plant did things that ours didn't. During the curtain call he says my name and waves to me and I clap louder. It's good to be me.

4:15pm- We walk around to the backstage door where throngs of girls wait to get an autograph from their Superman-loving-'Nsync-er. Dre sees us and tells us to walk through the crowd. It's good to be me.

4:16pm- Joey greets us at the door. Big hugs. Big smiles. So great to see him and catch up. Invites us to the Cast Wrap Party later that night. He tells us about the new billboard in Times Square for Little Shop. It is the chance to see Joey's nose as big as the Empire State Building.

4:30pm- We walk to Times Square to snap pictures of the biggest billboad I have ever seen of Joey's face. You know you have made it when you're face is as big as a building in Times Square.

5:30pm- Back at Christa's we are all running late for out picnic in Central Park, so we quickly get ready.

6:00pm- Reyna, LoriJean and Stephanie join us in Central Park for a picnic before Gavin Degraw's concert. We all laugh and catch up and eat. Knowing that I am the glue that is putting this wonderful group of people together makes me feel warm inside on this beautiful New York day. It's good to be me.

7:15pm- We take our seats to see a new singer, Michael Tolcher, singing away. More impressive than his nice voice and guitar playing abilities: he is tall and GORGEOUS. Note to self, must visit his website and determine if he is worthy of my love.

8:00pm- There is a girl singing. I think I am too busy fighting with Eric to notice.

8:05pm- That girl is still singing, but have made up with Eric and am now busy trying to keep his hands off me.

8:10pm- Give up the fight and make out with Eric on the spot, not worrying what the sold out crowd thinks. The setting is too gorgeous to not enjoy a good snogging. It is the outdoor amphitheatre where they perform Shakespeare in the Park. The backdrop from our vantage point is a giant castle. God has blessed us with a perfectly temperate evening, not a cloud in the sky and a crescent moon dangling sleepily in the sky.

8:11pm- Awake from day dream to realize that the girl is still singing, the surroundings look the same, but Eric and I were never making out. In fact, he was in the bathroom. I go back to gazing at the moon waiting for Gavin to come on.

9:00pm- Gavin takes the stage. As usual, I am overwhelmed by the whole experience. Sure I love his voice and music and all of that, but there is more to it that gets me. It is the reality of sitting there in a crowd, a sold out crowd, in Central Park, under a beautiful sky, with some of my most treasured friends. Reinspired by Gavin's journey from the Mint in Hollywood where I had to beg people to come and see him play, lucky if 15 would show up, to a sold out Central Park show. Life is a world of endless possibilities if you are willing to grab hold and make your mark.

11:00pm- The show is over and we are all walking through the park. I am the first to spot it and my laughter almost doesn't allow me to share it. There in front of me is the gated entrance to an enclosed area in Central Park known as "Diana Ross Playground". I envision rides such as drunk bumper cars, an airplane ride where you smoke a joint and get stoned before you can ride and carnival games such as "see who can slap the cop the hardest". As we pose for the picture at the front of the gate, Ben dunks his head in the trash can as if he is throwing up. Wouldn't that be just how you would end a day at Diana Ross Playground??

11:30pm- It is a school night for most, so I part ways with everyone but Lorijean, Stephanie and Ben. We walk up to Suede to join the cast wrap party for Little Shop of Horrors. As we walk in, Joey sees me and grabs me by the hand, yanking me to the back corner of the dance floor. Large commotion and pandemonium ensue as Richie and I embrace, ecstatic to see each other. In the midst, I also see Kelly, Erik, Mikey, Alfonso and others while Richie snaps his digital camera. Unbeknownst to me, when a club member asks Richie who I am, he tells him, "he is a big time producer from Los Angeles. Big time!" I don't find this out until the following day, but it suddenly makes sense why people all evening insist on introducing themselves and giving me their business cards in non-sexual ways. Found myself making many promises that "what happens at Suede, stays at Suede". Again we dance and carry on until 3:00am.

3:15am- Another stop at the pizza parlour, no visits to South Beach anytime soon. Like an episode of Sex and the City, the four of us, well really just me and Lorijean, share some of our best sex stories. We learn that Lorijean is one lucky bitch and I am very committed.

3:45am- My head hits the pillow, but my brain is too blissful to sleep, so I read an article about Margaret Cho on her way to terrorize the Republican National Convention. More bliss ensues and I finally fall asleep.

6:00am- Erica kisses me on the cheek as her car picks her up for her return to Los Angeles. The day just won't be the same...

to be concluded...

A contemplative and joyous journey in New York- Part Three

Monday

11:30am (maybe even noon)- Someone stirs and my body decides maybe it is time to do the same. I hear Christa from the other room asking if I want to watch George Michael's Behind the Music. I mumble and grab my covers off the kitchen floor and move to the couch. Sure enough, we start watching BTM.

11:45am- Christa asks Ben and I if we want the best breakfast sandwiches ever. Of course I do, but getting up sounds like a chore. No worries, they get delivered.

2:00pm- Have finished watching BTM, Bands Reunited with Berlin and George Michael on Oprah. Still wrapped in my blankets on the couch. Ben has finally had enough and is in the shower. Me, I am wondering if I can have another breakfast sandwich. I decide to blog for a minute.

4:00pm- Finally make it out of the house to visit the Magnolia Bakery where Christa and I indulge in the most delicious cupcakes. I am off to Christian's house for a visit, so I get two for he and Nikki and then two for Lorijean and Gabe before the concert.

5:15pm- Finally arrive at Christian's on the lower East Side. Was supposed to be there at 4. Fortunately, I have cupcakes to make up for my tardiness and plan to make the most of my one hour (must meet Lorijean and Gabe at the China Club at 6:30). It will be a rushed visit, but it is good to at least have some quality alone time.

5:16pm- The buzzer rings and I think it is Ben. So Christian just let's him in. I begin to set my bags down and take off my sunglasses.

5:17pm- In walks Phil and his five friends from Toronto, each carrying different forms of alcohol and each still drunk from the bender the night before. So much for quality alone time. We all head to the roof and begin grilling burgers. Finally, something besides pizza and cupcakes.

6:10pm- Nikki gets home, already not in the greatest mood after a rehearsal and it is about to get worse when she gets up on the roof. So we spend our 10 minutes of bonding in the kitchen before I head out the door. Suddenly wishing I had the ability to be in two places at once. Alas, meeting Lorijean uptown wins out.

6:40pm- Lorijean and Gabe are at a bar near the China Club (J.R.'s) getting some food, so I accidentally have a couple of vodka tonics. As we go to leave, my foot gets wedged into the brass foot rail. Literally. Embarrassed, I am envisioning that the fire department will have to come and dismantle the bar. Fortunately, Gabe is able to help me out of it.

7:20pm- We go into the China Club where a local radio station is hosting a private concert for Josh Kelly and Gavin Degraw. I am in heaven. I had no idea Josh was playing and I love him. To celebrate, I have 2 vodka martinis.

7:45pm- I meet Gavin's parents. So sweet. So proud.

8:15pm- Gavin puts on another kick ass concert. The energy is so much better than the night before because it is a small club and the volume is full tilt. Makes a big difference when he rocks out to Chemical Party and I Don't Want to Be.

8:45pm- Debbie walks by and I throw my arms around her with a big thank you for the passes. Once again, THANK YOU DEBBIE!!!!

10:00pm- The show is over and Gavin is signing shirts at the booth. Lorijean and I stare in disbelief as his turn as a rock star is in full bloom with girls clamouring to get close to him. But with all of their effort, nothing feels better than when he spots us and flashes us that high watt grin and thanks us for coming. "Be Good Bob". It makes me realize he doesn't know me very well, or maybe he is just commanding me because he knows me too well. Either way, Lorijean and I leave again in a state of bliss. Aknowledging how special our friendship is and how great life is, and how even though we don't get to see each other often, we always make it memorable. To commemorate the moment, we cross the street to get another slice of pizza.

10:15pm- Phil calls from Christian's. They are still there, aren't slurring too badly and wants us to come back. So LJ and I hop in a cab and head back to the lower East Side.

The events that happened from that point on are less significant in what actually happened and incredibly significant in what went through my mind. Everyone was drunk except Lorijean, Nikki and me. They have a great rooftop deck that sits on top of the New York skyline. If you stared into the sky long enough, stars began to appear. The 5 guys from Toronto peppered the evening with the kind of comedy only a Canadian can. I was excited to have someone to talk endlessly about the Barenaked Ladies with. When everyone was downstairs making more drinks, Lorijean and I had the roof to ourselves. As I searched for the stars, I couldn't stop thinking about how lucky and fortunate I am. How great my friends are. How extremely gifted I am in my adventures to experience people sharing themselves and their lives so wholy with me.

I thank you, my friends from New York, especially Christa for opening your home and making it feel so cozy and welcoming, for allowing me and my friends to come to your city and make us feel at home. Believe it or not, there are so many detailed experiences in my heart that happened this trip that I haven't even shared. But I know that those of you who were there, know those moments and will remember them in your heart with me.

Thank you for one of my best trips to New York ever, and I look forward, as always, to my next big adventure in the big apple...

The Proof is in the Pudding

a 30 second video worth viewing...

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sov·er·eign    ( P )  Pronunciation Key  (svr-n, svrn)
n.

1. One that exercises supreme, permanent authority, especially in a nation or other governmental unit, as:
a. A king, queen, or other noble person who serves as chief of state; a ruler or monarch.
b. A national governing council or committee.

2. A nation that governs territory outside its borders.
3. A gold coin formerly used in Great Britain.

adj.

1. Self-governing; independent: a sovereign state.
2. Having supreme rank or power: a sovereign prince.
3. Paramount; supreme: Her sovereign virtue is compassion.

: a person or political entity (as a nation or state) possessing or held to possess sovereignty (a controversy between two sovereigns…the United States on the one hand and the State of California on the other —U.S. Code) —see also sovereign immunity at IMMUNITY

Source: Merriam-Webster Dictionary of Law, © 1996 Merriam-Webster, Inc.

The Largest Pink Ribbon

3M Corporation is building the World's Largest Pink Ribbon; in Times Square for breast cancer awareness month in October. For every person who clicks on this link and signs up, Post-It will donate $1 to breast cancer research and place a Post-It in their name on the billboard. Please sign up and pass along! go to:

www.3m.com

stealing a new york minute...

Still in New York (I know, it was a busy week last week and you barely heard from me... it had to do with too much gin, Gidleigh and Todi)... and now here I am writing from my final day in New York, just bursting with stories to tell, many of which I am not allowed to tell (what happens in the Pugh, stays in the Pugh).

I will report loads and loads when I get back to LA, but am happy to say I have had too much fun! So good seeing friends and playing wildly. I love that the city never sleeps... but I must confess, I need to...

Tonight it is off to the China Club for a private concert with that Gavin character I am always talking about. Dreading the early morning departure tomorrow only to arrive glassy-eyed into work and summon the strength to be fabulous for Neal's gallery opening. YIKES!

Off to some bakery right now for the world's best non-South Beach cupcake...

oxoxo

a moment of silence...

I am so sad. So so so sad. Phil was crying. Mirna was crying. I was blubbering like a baby. I think even my cat was crying.

I think Charla should have her own show... and it should be a non stop eating contest... I could watch her stuff her face all day... I have no idea why...

THERAPY!!!

Who Am I To Be Blue?

I was having coffee tonight with my new friend after work. He moved here about a year ago from Ohio. Somehow we got onto the topic of life and our journeys. More specifically, how we spend so much time comparing ours to everyone else's. As I drove away, my brain began racing with the questions that constantly plague me. I am 30, what are other 30 year olds doing? I began comparing the material things. What kind of cars are other people my age driving? There are other people my age buying houses, why am I still renting? Other people are using their college degrees towards successful and financially rewarding careers. Why didn't I go to college? Why am I still searching for a career? I began comparing my emotional needs. There are other people my age not only married, but expecting their first, sometimes second child. Why am I not even dating? I believe in God, but I don't congregate in church every week. Will I still be let into heaven like my friends who participate every Sunday?

Oh yeah, the thoughts were heavy this evening.

Coincidentally, after I got home, another friend, completely out of nowhere, called to ask me what would really excite me. What event or thing would really stimulate and excite me. He wanted to be a part of the first great moment of my 30's. Most importantly, he wanted me to be happy. His dinner companion arrived and we hung up. I didn't get to tell him what would excite me. An hour later, I still don't know the answer.

Living in Los Angeles, is different than any other city in the world. No one is from here. There is no pride in community because there is no community. Everyone has moved here for a reason, for their own purpose. With that said, everyone here has an agenda. Maybe to write a screenplay, maybe to be famous, maybe to be rich, maybe to be able to say that they eat at the same restaurant as Robert DeNiro. It is never because they love the sun, the hikes in the Hollywood Hills, or the pool of reliable friends from which they can swim. Those are all things overlooked.

Imagine trying to date in this environment. Imagine trying to not only survive, but thrive in this environment while still trying to own your soul and stay authentic to who you are. Most people aren't that strong and get swept up in the greed, swallowed by the loneliness and spit out soul less and hollow. I don't want to be one of these people.

I don't want to feel like a failure because other people my age own a house and I rent. I don't want to feel like a failure because my friends are married and I am not dating. I don't want to feel like a failure because my friends make millions of dollars a year and I scrape by on what is now considered poor middle class.

I want to learn to embrace my journey as my own. To not compare mine to others. Instead to compare to where I am from, where I have been, where I am, who I am, who I am continuously becoming. To instead tap into my soul and know who I am and envision who I want to be and living my life for me. Owning my mistakes and flaws along the way. I want to know what excites and stimulates me when my friends ask.

I want to remember how excited I used to be watching a Bette Midler concert in my living room. The adrenaline that coursed through my body when Madonna would release a new album. The alive feeling I felt when I would run around the Hollywood Reservoir with the Hollywood sign watching over me, welcoming me to it's gates. The overwhelming disbelief the first time I set foot on a movie set with Morgan Freeman delivering a White House Press Conference as the president of the United States, as I stood silently, convinced I had walked into someone else's shoes. The breathlessness I felt when Erin brought Joe into this world and the love I not only felt, but knew when I was invited to witness. The pride I felt the day I graduated High School. Accomplishment filled with wide-eyed possibility of the world ahead of me. I walked across the field that day, not worried about who was beating me on my journey or who who was winning. At that point, I never considered life as a race. I walked across that field that day knowing I was going to leave my mark and I couldn't wait to get started. When did my mind switch gears and decide that life wasn't to be lived and savored, but to be sped through with fear of being the last man standing.

A favorite quote of mine from Lily Tomlin is, "the trouble with winning the rat race is that even if you win, you are still a rat". I need to stop racing and fearing that I am going to be last to cross the finish line. Life isn't a race, it is a constant circle. An endless journey. I need to go back to that focus of who I am and how I want to be remembered. I want to be in control of how I am remembered as people cross my footprints on their journey. Not to compare themselves, but to find inspiration to keep living. To want to leave their own mark.

It is time to go back to living my life for me, not worrying about how I measure up to everyone else.

It is amazing what meeting someone new can do for your memory. Self-reflection can be a healthy study in oneself to discover who you are and what you want to be.

Much heavier than I anticipated. Hoping it doesn't haunt me down the road that I am sharing it in my blog instead of my private diary...

Such pressure

OOOH! It is Friday the 13th... isn't that supposed to be lucky??? Or is it the night I get stabbed by a dead guy in a hockey mask?? I am getting ready to leave and start my weekend, but I thought I would say hi. I am feeling pressure to be more interesting because I am obsessed with Zach Braff's blog. So tonight I am going out with Kyle, Mikala and Lindsey and getting blotto on tequila and hoping I can come up with some interesting adventure to share.

Next week I am going to New York, so if I can't come up with anything before then, I will be sure to make something happen there!

Have you gone to the left and registered to vote yet?? (By left, I mean the contents on the left, not have you gone all liberal Democrat on me... but have you?)

So sad that Julia Childs died today... I loved her... I can remember her from my childhood... my grandmother loved her and loved to cook, so I always associated them together... I hate getting old. I hate for the party to end and I hate to be the last one at the party. Life should be stuck in the constant crescendo of the party. Right when everyone is having the most fun on the dance floor. They are slightly buzzed but not drunk enough to be an asshole and every smile you see is your friend. Wouldn't it be great if life was always like that???

But I guess the good news is, there is always another party around the corner... more smiles to fall in love with, more dance moves to bust out...

I sound drunk already... I am out.

Vote Baby Vote

Who you vote for is up to you. It is your inalienable right. So use it. I have added a link to the left, just click on it and make sure you are registered to vote, and when it comes time, make sure to go out and do it. A change is gonna come...

www.rockthevote.com

I was born by the river in a little tent

And just like that river

I've been running ever since

It's been a long time coming

But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it will

It's been too hard living, but I'm afraid to die

Cos I don't know what's out there beyond the sky

It's been a long, a long time coming

But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it will

And then I go to see my brother

And I ask him to help me please

And he just winds up knockin' me

Back down on my knees

There were times when I thought I couldn't last for long

But now I think I'm able to carry on

It's been a long, been a long time coming

But I know a change is gonna come, oh yes it will

- Sam Cooke

a scary dream and endless thoughts...

I had the most bizarre and intense dream last night. I dreamt that Los Angeles was being bombed. I was on top of a hill looking out across the valley and there were bombs going off that looked like mini atom bombs. I was terrified and began to run up the hill and into the woods when I realized that the woods were peppered with terrorists. I could hear other people running and screaming as well. So I laid behind a rock making sure not to move. Then I saw a man in a black mask with his gun pointed at me. Before I could scream, he shot me. The dream was so vivid, that I could feel the bullet enter and pass through my left shoulder blade. I could feel the chill of the blood leaving my body. The next thing I knew, I was waking up in a hospital in Mexico. I was a lucky survivor, but most people hadn't survived. They dropped me at the border, but it was up to me to get back home. I kept telling people Heidi's phone number. Ben was at the border as well. He was uninjured and just trying to get back home also, but couldn't help me. Shortly after, the radio woke me.

Have I been reading too much news lately? Has it finally entered into my psyche? I have never had a dream like that before. So terrifying, so vivid. It definitely had me shaken up this morning. I was relieved when I realized that my shoulder wasn't paralyzed.

I saw the new movie GARDEN STATE last night. Loved it. I really did. The last 2 minutes I probably would have made a little different, but up until that moment, it was brilliantly rich and colorful with it's characters and story arch. Who knew Zach Braff had it in him? Coincidentally, I stumbled upon his "blog" yesterday and he was promoting one Gavin DeGraw on his website. Great minds think alike. Now if only he thought as much of me when I accidentally accosted him last Halloween at the Skybar. (A tale for another day)

Also had dinner with my brother last night. He is moving here in two weeks. Should prove adventuresome to say the least.

Was listening to the Backstreet Boys on the radio yesterday and was perplexed. We all know they had a hit song called, "I Want It That Way" but then I realized they had a song called "More Than That". They kept singing, "I can love you more than that". Here's what I want to know, in both songs, what does the word "that" refer to? It makes no sense to me and is incredibly vague.

Did you know that Fijian Rum has no proof? One Mai Tai and you may as well be shooting heroin. Thanks always to Paddy for inspiring such inebriation...

Neal's art gets hung at the gallery today. Must send out reminder Evite so that everyone turns out for the opening. Saw the pieces yesterday... there is some very good stuff in there, but don't tell him I said so...

Started back up officially on South Beach yesterday. Mustn't eat sugars and certainly no Fijian Rum! Feel free to rip any bread or dessert you see going anywhere near my mouth from my hands.

The Hemming's are in labor right now. The office is abuzz with excitement over a new baby to ogle. Exciting times.

Off to call therapist now about disturbingly frightful dream...