Sean & Jason's Excellent Adventure

Sean Lewis and I were having shitty days and the good thing about when friends have shitty days is that when you confide in each other and start to vent, you often get to see the humor as the other person is laughing hysterically over the phone as you detail the unfolding of your shitty day's shitty events. This can turn the perspective of those events from shitty to either insipid or insane in a matter of moments. I am all about perspective these days so this is much needed in my world as I try desperately to cross over from the dark side.

It was around midnight that Sean got off work. I had just gotten home from the gym. After the phone chat, we decided to meet up at The Abbey for a quick drink to put us both into a more pleasant slumber.

Can I just impress upon you again the utter coolness of The Abbey on a Monday night? I am not a fan of huge crowds or loudness at clubs. If I wanted that, I would go to circuit parties and I would honestly rather break a dinner plate over my face than go to a circuit party. But Monday nights at The Abbey are incredibly chill with a very mellow atmosphere and live acoustic music. Very different group of people and very different vibe from any other night of the week at that venue.

Anyway, it was good to catch up with each other and we ended up meeting a lot of interesting people!

I met an Argentinean Jew, complete with accent and a circumcision despite it. He actually takes people on tours of Israel for a living and teaches Hebrew which I've been trying to learn, but it's one of the most difficult languages and not easy to teach yourself. I also ended up making out with this hot jock boy, also named Jason, (his best friend with him was named Jason too, weird!) in the park for a half an hour. I don't have as much to tell you about what he does or who he is, as it was more like, "Hi, how are you?" and within a few minutes our faces were just in too close of a proximity to not go for it. He had been a very sweet man for the three minutes we had conversed and by sweet, I mean he did ask how I was after all. And that is preferred to the West Hollywood standard of greeting someone with, "I'm really hot!"

Somewhere between the Arg-Jew and Jason Jock, we ran into the love of Sean's life, some reporter named Thomas Roberts. I guess he used to work for CNN or something and then became one of the few openly out reporters. I had never seen or heard of him before, but he has been Sean's #1 fantasy I guess for a very, very long time. I am impressed though because Sean kept it together rather well and we hung out with them for quite a while, much to the dismay of other hot boys competing for Mr. Roberts' attention where all were nearly whipping out their dicks and pissing everywhere to mark their territory.

The only reason we even spotted them actually is because I noticed Cojo, who was with them. He's one of those guys you would know if you saw. (see left) He is a Canadian fashion reporter who is always on Access Hollywood and Entertainment Tonight. He doesn't get enough room to be funny on the air because he is hi-freaking-larious in person and we worked really well off each other, as we made fun of Sean and Thomas at great length. We talked about our mutual love of Kathy Griffin and gossiped the Sechrest/Seacrest scandal that, if nothing else, has proven to be a nice icebreaker for the mainstream. They recognize the name, I explain why and they instantly have a personal tale of their own about Seacrest they want to share. I could compile a book at this point of the stories I've been told about him. And am! ...Not. lol

So who knows if I will ever see any of these people again? (Except Sean. Who I might keel over and die if I never got to see again.) But I have had to accept that as much as I love staying in my apartment alone with my dog day after day and night after night, I'm never going to accomplish what I want or make any new friends. I've always been an incredibly private person who believed that I only really needed to let one person in as my best friend and the rest could just be acquaintances. Which worked quite well, I must say! Until that friendship ended, of course. And now that basket with all my eggs is no longer. How awful is it that I am still healing parts of my life from all of that? Sucks.

But the point is, I'm getting out! I'm hanging more with my best friends like Sean and meeting new people.

Tonight I'm going to acting class and instead of bolting as soon as my scene is done, I am going to stay until the bitter end, hang with the group and watch everyone else's scenes. I need to hang with my peeps there more, in and out of class. I love my hookers and hoes, but a little variety in my circle would certainly do me no harm.