Some pictures from the Rules of Attraction premiere / after-party. If I had known I could have extracted some almost intelligible images from the darks, I might have taken more pictures. But, there was nothing particularly exciting anyway. The blue channel is worthless on the bottom end.
Anyway, short summary, Victor style (well, without the drugs and debauchery):
drove down to campus. picked up gabe. drove to the mall. exchanged my broken hiptop. got a new one. fought traffic up la cienega. burnt some clutch at the very top pulling into the parking lot. get a cab. traffic sucks. get dropped off near mann’s chinese. pass the scientologist building, laugh about xenu. get through security. pick up my pass. take a picture. go into the theater. take a piss. buy a $3 water. look up where the after party is and map it on mapquest. kill some time. listen to roger avary talk up front. join in singing happy birthday to shannyn sossamon. watched rules of attraction. it kicked ass. walked 4 blocks to the nacional. stand in line for almost an hour until security tells everyone the fire marshall won’t let anyone in. call bullshit and talk to russell from lions gate before we bounce. get let in. rum and coke. spot dawson. write on shannon’s wall-sized birthday card. walk around the slightly crowded rooms. red bull and vodka. watch a guy throwing ice in the fireplace. take a picture upstairs. gabe compliments some girl’s boa [ah, this is her]. eat some cake. wish shannon happy birthday. screwdriver. grab some hors douvres. talk to roger avary. pick up some schwag. pass by starlets. fuzzy navel. dance in a corner with gabe and 2 other people. go to the bathroom. pass by marilyn manson upstairs. go upstairs. gin and tonic. learn that open bar is closing in 5 minutes. melon ball, use it as chaser for the disgustingly strong gin and tonic. drink sitting across from marilyn manson and his goth crew. chat with dancing girl, larisa. sit around feeling tipsy and decide to leave as the place clears out. walk out and see security yelling as photographers swarm around kate bosworth leaving. take a cab to the mondrian. pick up a key and a card. go to the sky bar. it’s a patio with a not so great view. pay $30 for 2 weak red bull and vodkas. I manage to convince the bartender to top off the glasses with some more vodka. pick up some extremely salty pretzels. listen to gabe rap. talk to some girls until i realize they don’t speak english. drink some water, chat with gabe. go up to the room. comment on the gap girl on the side of the window being pretty hot. give gabe water while he heaves. notice that the toilet is leaking and think about the implications. set some alarms. go to sleep. wake up freezing at 8:30 in the morning as the cleaning maid rings the doorbell and then apologizes when i stumble to the door. jesus christ that’s early. rinse my mouth. do some blogging and read some mail. realize that the gap girl isn’t that hot, although yes, i certainly would. notice that the mondrian hat and note i had from the previous night were gone when we got in last night. fill out the comment form. clean up my stuff. get my car, i can still smell the clutch. check out and let them know that they have some issues to take care of. the receptionist agrees and writes down that she’s glad i didn’t pay for my stay. she tells me that normally they charge $310/night for that room. we go to norm’s and order bacon and eggs and chat while the people at the table behind us plot a star tour to see the sites and visit celebrities’ homes.
