NEWLOVE

I watched our screener of Little Miss Sunshine last night. Hysterical. Loved it.

Today I found myself on National south of the 10. What the hell?! Can someone please explain the logic of it? I was coming down Overland when I made a left on National and ended up below the 10 but then had to turn left twice and crossed the 10 again when I all of a sudden found myself going East of Jefferson. So I made a u-turn and somehow wasn’t on Jefferson anymore but again on National! Then I mad a right on Venice and saw HD Buttercup on my right and thought, “I’m still going East?! What planet am I on?! I feel like Ixel!”

I made another u-turn on Venice and still, I crossed the 10 a few more times as well as National. So strange.

The party we’re working on right now has been hectic for the past week as we’ve all been working 18 hour days scrambling to get the new additions/revisions done.  Today we learned that all that work wasn’t necessary and that the client more-or-less wants the original plan and budget.  No painted ladies.  Yay.

Jannone and I went to the Arclight last night.  After all these years of meeting me there to see movies, can you believe she just finally got herself a membership card and can now start earning points?  It’s about time.

We watched the Jennifer Garner on-the-verge-of-tears-every-other-second typical what you’d expect chick flick.  To my surprise, there was some SERIOUS eye candy in this movie.  Ever heard of Timothy Olyphant???  Wow.  The definition of sexy.

My favorite part of the evening, besides Jannone asking for a new wine glass on 3 separate occasions for the same glass of wine (because of dirty lipstick stains,) was the preview for “Music & Lyrics.”  You all know how much I love Hugh Grant.  *Sigh*  Now picture a movie with Hugh Grant in tight pants all over a huge screen for an hour and a half.  Heaven.  I think I’ll have to go see it in the Cinerama Dome.
‘Tis the season of chick flicks!

I can’t believe Brad still brings me breakfast in bed every morning.  I love him!

I awoke this morning when Brad walked into the bedroom while he was on the phone with the cable company who provides our internet service.

“Hold on while I wake up my tech savvy girlfriend.”

Then he’s in my face and I hear him say, “Honey, do we have Windows XP something or other?”

I sighed.  We’re on a Mac.  Even Brad knows our computer is an iMac.  He may not know it’s an iMac G5 or the size of the screen, but he knows it’s a Mac.

“No, Brad.  We don’t run Windows anything.  We have a Mac.”

He stared at me blankly with his mouth somewhat agape.

“Brad, we run OS 10.4.8″

He stared at me some more as he tried to repeat what I said to the technician on the phone.

Then I hear him move over to the computer and sit down while following some instructions from the technician.  I hear him say, “Apple?  Apple?  This little blue apple thing in the top left hand corner?”

Oy.

“Preferences, okay.  Uh… preferences.  Hmmm… pre-fer-en-ces.”

I opened my eyes.  He was sitting there with his mouth wide open and a bewildered look on his face.  I could tell he had the drop down menu open.

“Prefences… I don’t see it…”

“BRAD!  SYSTEM PREFERENCES for God’s sake!”

“Oh!  Oh!  There it is.  Okay.  We’re in business.”

The poor technician on the phone must’ve been making gun in his mouth gestures at his colleagues at that point.  I started to laugh just picturing it.

“Okay, now what?”

The technician talked him through some more stuff.   Then Brad started reading through another drop down menu and when he got to ethernet, he pronounced it EHH-thernet.

Well, if the technician hadn’t figured it out earlier, he definitely at that point realized the skill level he was dealing with.

It definitely made me giggle.

When Brad finally got off the phone after setting up an appointment for them to come by, I calmly and informatively explained the difference between Macs and PCs and how the CPU or central processing unit is the brain of a computer and they run on different operating systems and that unless you have virtual PC, Mac’s don’t run on Windows, etc.

He stared at me blankly.

I went on to inform him of the proper pronunciation of certain terms like EE-thernet just so he’d know in good company how to sound more knowledgeable when he interrupted me with, “Honey, I don’t care.  You lost me at centrally processed something something.”

This is my life, people.  I get frantic calls in the middle of the day sometimes, “How do I get the disk out?”

Seriously.

Josheepoo and I went to the CAA party at their new digs last night (here: http://www.knewlove.com/blog/?p=278) where we met up with Jannone and some of her clients and friends.  After only 15 minutes there, we also ran into Josheepoo’s roommate (here: http://www.knewlove.com/blog/?p=281.)  I know he was  super happy to see me.  Oy.

Josheepoo and I fell in love with these cool 8′ tall steel light cylinders.  I want one in my bathroom, I think.

When we left the party, we turned in our valet ticket and instead of giving us back the perferated stubb like normal, Josheepoo got a POST IT NOTE.  SHUT UP I KNOW!  (Love you Micah.)

We left the party and went to a restaurant at Westfield Century City where we stuffed our faces with pure heaven.  I was outside with Gerry Butler (http://www.imdb.com/name/nm0124930/) when the waiter brought the bill - how bad does that look?!  Just conveniently disappear when the check drops?!  Upon my return, low and behold, Jeremy Plager picked up the bill for dinner for all 9 of us.  Thanks CAA.

A beautiful Environmental Awareness theme for an upcoming party we’re producing has just been met with some changes. Welcome to sex, drugs and rock’n'roll. Now we’ll have half-naked airbrushed women walking around. This is going to be interesting.

Didn’t even get dressed today. Yippity Skippity!!

Cleaned my house last night. Well, okay… I started to, at least. Made some progress - really I did.

For some reason I decided to stop by Josheepoo’s last night and molest his gay roommate.  I’m a whirlwind of disaster when I’m ovulating, believe you me.  Anyways, after I’d tazmanian-deviled my way through West Hollywood, I decided I absolutely positively had to throw some greasy disgusting fast food down my pie hole.  Ugh.  I don’t even like Carl’s Jr.

This morning, I woke up not feeling too great but surprisingly not too badly hung-over.  Maybe I was still a little drunk-ish.  I was getting ready for work when I got that reminder from Mother Nature that I would need to do number two in about a half an hour.  I was faced with a very serious decision.  Sit around at home until Mother Nature called in, or be late for work.  I decided to not be late.

I got into my car and started pulling out of my driveway when I realized I had to get gas IMMEDIATELY.  Damn.  Getting gas during morning rush hour is such a drag.  You have to spend the extra 15 cents a gallon and stop at an Exxon or a 76 or some other fancy station in order to not deal with insane lines.  Also, the gas pumps much faster at those places.  But I’m cheap - even in the face of Mother Nature’s impending deadline.  So,  I detoured over to Franklin and Gower and was surprised that the Arco was empty save for me and one other car.  Wow.  Normally you have to wait in a 3-car-deep line per pump.  Was it one of those gas-boycotting days and I didn’t get the memo?  Had armageddon finally come?

I leaned over and dug through my purse on the passenger side to find my wallet.  When I sat back up, the entire Arco station was jam-packed full of cars.  Wow, that was fast.  Then as I waited the 10 excrutiatingly long minutes for my tank to fill up, I looked around and saw a lady in her 80s shuffling toward the cashier.  I started to daydream.   Would she make it the 10 yards to the cashier before my tank was full?  How slow was the pump anyways?  I wondered if we could measure speed by ratios to normal everyday activities.  “Man, I am 15,200,543,098 Saturday morning line-waits at the grocery store old today.”

Then my time ratio daydreaming was interrupted as I looked around and noticed another ancient woman struggling to pull herself upright out of her car.  These people are still allowed to drive?  And even odder than that, there are not very many elderly people in Los Angeles and those that still live here do not show their faces in the light of day very much (not that I’ve ever noticed at least.)  I was staring at her wrinkles and started another daydreaming tangent.  Maybe we never notice ancient people in LA because they all have so much plastic surgery and Botox and whatnot.  The 80 year olds walking around all look like they’re in their 50s.

Then I noticed a third little granny digging through the pockets of her poofy brown quilted nylon winter coat.  Okay people, I know it’s cooler than normal in Southern California but a winter coat, hat, scarf and gloves?  Old people kill me.

Wait a minute… 3 old people all at once in the same place?  Something fishy was happening.  Are they planning a revolt?  Are they really über-intelligent aliens disguised as old people so no one will notice them?  Are they going to gum food to death right in our faces until we’re all so busy vomiting in disgust that we don’t notice them taking over the world?
CLICK!  My pump stopped.  My tank was full.  I printed out my receipt and headed off towards work before the old people really started freaking me out.

30 minutes after I had initially left my house, Mother Nature started calling.  I wasn’t even halfway to work.  I couldn’t answer the call.  Damn.  I was still on Hollywood Blvd. just past Fairfax.  Traffic was BRUTAL.  By the time I made it to Sunset and Doheny, I had a bad case of white knuckle disease and I was starting to sweat like a maniac.  MOVE PEOPLE!  Some of us have (places) to go!! ARGH!!!

Luckily, I made it to work before Mother Nature called the phone company to emergency break through the line.  Whew!  That was a close one!

Note to self, no more Carl’s Jr. in the middle of the night.

Some fellow event producers and I who have all worked together at some point in our lives met up at the Abbey last night.

Unfortunately, the waiter kept screwing up everyone’s drink order. He kept thinking they were all getting peach martinis like me and when he would bring them over he’d realize his mistake. So he kept leaving all his mistakes with me. I had way too many peach martinis. I wish Ixel would have been there because she would have spoken up in my aid.

“Excuse me. You have to charge Kathleen for these martinis. Otherwise she loses track of how much she drinks. You’ll see why this is an issue after she makes her way through that line of 18 martinis. Oh, you don’t think she’ll make it down that entire line? She is very determined - trust me.”