I guess the universe figured I've had enough quiet Friday nights.
First, I have to have dinner with a potential movie investor (I'm torn about this one. He seems like such a nice guy, and what I really want to do is scream "Run! You can't make any money investing in indie films! Go buy some real estate or something!" but I do need that pile of cash he's threatening to throw my way).
After that, there's the wrap party for the low-budget beatdown, and The Blonde is having her birthday party (delayed a month because she's had the flu from hell) at some Sunset Strip clusterfuckery (called Privilege, in case you were curious).
I can't wear the same outfit to all three places (for dinner and the wrap party, I have to look really conservative. Nothing tight, no cleavage, no short skirts. Of course, at The Blonde's party, I have to wear something tight and/or short or I'll look like someone's mom), so I'm going to have to change clothes in the car, if I can find a parking place on Sunset on a Friday night.
Actually, I might not make it to The Blonde's party. Although she claims to have a guest list, I'm not certain the door guys will honor it after 10 pm, and I won't be able to get there any earlier.
I'm off to have some coffee and figure out what I can wear that I won't have to pull over my head.
3 comments:
A parking place on Sunset on Friday nt? Ho ho ho. Did you find one?
Actually, the only reason I go to wrap parties is to see the female crew in tight skirts and/or cleavage. Otherwise, it's just like a high school dance with all the cliques (crew departments) in separate corners and everyone trying to avaoid the principals (producers).
Meg - I didn't make it to The Blonde's party. Our wrap party ended up shutting down the bar we were at.
Anon - we actually had a good interdepartmental mingle at this one. AND we got the director to dance, which was great.
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