Everyone is someone in LA...

I was on the phone with my sister last night, who was catching me up on her latest boy drama - I literally hear ya sister - and we also shared some vile comments about this douche bag she once dated who is apparently on the verge of going down in flames courtesy of the Los Angeles Police Department. I never liked the guy anyway so you'd think I'd take more joy in his tail-spinning out of control, but really, it just left me feeling slightly queasy. It never ceases to amaze me how insanely idiotic some people can be.

On a happier note, Bonnie said that she'd attended a party last Thursday thrown by Nintendo in honor of one of our oldest friends, Lindsay. Howza-whoza, you say? Uh, yeah, I had the same reaction. Apparently, Nintendo is courting the 25 to 34 lady set and their latest scheme is to seek out influential bloggers/trendsetters who they then throw parties for in swanky studios on La Brea, complete with hors d'oeuvres, booze, and a FREE NINTENDO DS FOR EVERYONE. I'm not even a fan of the DS, but start giving away free shit in excess of 100 bucks and I'm there. Although Bonnie told me that one of the other attendees said that she'd be selling that shit on ebay the minute she got home and I tewtally concur.

Lindsay's been writing her blog for the last five years (which just celebrated it's anniversary) and she was recently made co-editor of Laist. I've always known she was something of a trend-setter ever since she turned me on to Liz Phair almost a decade ago, but I'm glad people with money are finally taking notice so now everyone can benfit from her cultural antennae. Don't get me wrong, I'm all about working hard to make it in this world, but believe you me, I will ride my friends' coattails and starfuck all the way to the top if I have to.

In related news, Todd informed me that our mutual friend who moved to New York is one infinitesimally small degree away from Bill Hader, my latest SNL crush. Jesus christ, now this means I have to push up my move-to-New-York time frame by about three and a half years. I told Katie that I was moving there by the time I turned thirty, which originally gave her plenty of time to either decide on either coming with me or running away with Catherine Zeta-Jones. She's told me she has a bit of a problem with the trash situation in NY, so she may be packing up the U-Haul and heading over to Catherine Z's place if I really do speed things up.

Oh well, good luck to them if they do shack up... you knew that Michael Douglas marriage was a sham anyway.

The Loot's In The Clock

I've always had a mild obsession with skyscrapers and despite a building boom throughout the eighties that gave Los Angeles some of its tallest buildings, my hometown's edifices have always been somewhat lacking in the style department. Thanks be to Frank Gehry who's finally putting LA on the architectural map but we, admittedly, still have a long way to go.



But that's not to say that developers aren't finally waking up and gentrifying rehabbing some of LA's best (and unfortunately) most neglected buildings. The Eastern Columbia Building on Broadway has always been my favorite Los Angeles skyscraper which was solidified when a too young to be watching John caught a rerun of the pilot episode of Moonlighting and found out that THE LOOT'S IN THE CLOCK!!!



God, Cybil Shepherd's hair looked good back then. What happened?


Well, now the Eastern Columbia has been turned into apartments complete with interiors by Kelly Wearstler of Bravo's Top Design (the skinny one who dressed too young/crazy-town for her age) and even Johnny Depp's jumped on board, purchasing a $2 million unit six months ago.

Laist had an item the other day about how it's still possible to be Depp's neighbor if you're willing to plunk down 1.8 million for a 12th floor corner unit, but before you go running off with your checkbook in hand, let it be known that you'll ALSO be sharing the elevator with the comedic oblivion that is Ant from TV's Celebrity Fit Club, and Slade from seasons 1 & 2 of The Real Housewives of Orange County.


Backdoor Buddies

Despite imagining the horrifying scenario of one day going to enjoy the rooftop pool only to find Ant sunning himself in a banana hammock, I'm pleased to know that Slade has finally made the move from Orange County to LA. This also explains why Jeanna was storing his shit in the garage of Vicky's old house on this week's episode (whew... mystery solved).

Anywho, the levels of Bravo-dom going on in this building are mind-boggling and all I can say is that I hope the gravitational forces created by mixing so many faux and real celebrities doesn't open a gate to hell or something and suck the Eastern Colombia down with it cause I really like this building.

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