be mine...tom cruise

weekend recaps are fun when you have something to say. i don't....but i'll fill airtime anyway...

i don't mind valentine's day. i have friends who openly reject the holiday or use it as an excuse to hate themselves and their relationship status. i've been dangerously single for the majority of my life, so i've adjusted the holiday away from "who does/does not love me" to "buy something flashy" day. besides, my family usually does something flowery or fun, so i feel loved.

this year i bought a sparkly turquoise scarf and i'm wearing it today. and my good friend kate sent me a fabulously flashy tin of delicious pink frosted heart cookies....there's a story behind that, but regardless, it made my day and it wasn't even from a boy [jeremie please refrain from making lesbian joke here...she's engaged and i'm in her wedding in june...and i'm not gay]. anyway, i feel like a royal turd b/c she sent this nice gift and i sent her an e-wish. time for me to step it up on the wedding front. basically i'm chowing the treats and plotting a bridal shower...fair trade, right?

oh right, there was no point to that diddy, just rambling....but here's the highlight from my weekend....

whilest i didn't get to go to the grammys or the william morris grammy party this year, i was able to "work" THE ROOTS pre-grammy party on saturday night with two friends. i had about three different sets of friends in town this weekend (spread it out people!)....so i spent most of my time trying to match agendas and see everyone. my friend tracy and her bf were out here for work, and a coworker needed help working the guest list at the party. fyi - that's a pain in the ass to do. but it's something they have never done so i volunteered them and they, in turn, volunteered me. so we got dolled up grammy-style and headed up to encounter "don't you know who i am?!?" and "i swear i'm on the list!".

the whole "working the list" thing sucked b/c you get all the losers trying to scam their way in, then the people who actually ARE on the list, show up late when it's at capacity and you have to deny them...and they usually aren't happy about that. not to mention it was dangerously unorganized. so from 9 to 11 that sucked.

once the list closed, we were supposed to go in b/c we had all access wrist bands. or not. Security decided to fuck us over and were like "no you can't go in." um, fuck that. so we waited around awhile. then i saw some coworkers come out for a cigarette....started bitching to them and then we got in. I'M WILLIAM MORRIS BITCH, YOU BETTER LET ME (and my friends) IN. right?!

well first let me explain...this was at the Key Club on the sunset strip, so it's like a regular club with a downstairs stage and open upstairs/balcony thing with tables n all that. we were in the upstairs part and there were a bunch of groups "jammin" on the stage below...it was more of a "roots" urban/hip hop crowd and i didn't recognize a lot of the groups, but most were good.

it was pretty crowded and everyone had been sucking the open bar dry. i was dangerously sober at midnight and my coworkers and everyone else was high or drunk outta their minds. cool. to my own horror, i pulled a whiney girl move (out of necessity) so my coworker scammed a free bottle of champagne for us.

the few people i knew there left around 1 AM, so that i was left standing with a 3/4 bottle of champagne...called up my friends who were checking out the scene downstairs, and took care of the bubbly.

while most of the actual A list talent came in the backdoor, here's a taste of what came in the front door.... Ralph Macchio (yes the karate kid - who's like 45 now), Jordan Knight (still hangin tough w/ some underage chicks), Terry "hulk" Hogan (his wife has HUGE FAKE boobs), Nick Carter (not even important enough to enter/exit the back[street] door anymore), kelly osbourne, some well known cross dresser, rick fox (former laker and WMA client). oh and TOM CRUISE. well he came in the back door b/c he actually is important.

so i'm embarrassed to say i was actually totally star struck by him. he showed up at the club around 1:30 AM and sat down at a table like 15 feet away, having a good time and hanging out with people i didn't recognize etc. i looked over a few times b/c i had a direct shot to his face and caught his eyes a couple a times b/c he was looking around too.

at first i was like "oh shit, he'll think i'm a stalker"... but then realized this was a VIP only party so it probably looked like i was supposed to be there. so that justified my staring. this ensued for literally about 15 minutes and oddly he wasn't getting weirded out.

all LA clubs etc close early...like by 2 AM. it sucks. that also means the parking garage closed at 2. well the music wasn't stopping but we had to leave, so i was slightly bummed b/c the whole scene was building up to the big finish, but tracy had the bright idea to walk past tom's table on our way out.

well as we're nearing his table i look away so i'm not a total stalker...luckily tracy has no shame, so she stared blatantly, apparently to catch him doing the look up and down ON ME! i mean, we all thought he was gay, which could be true and he was probably checking me out for his ugly friend or admiring the merchandise. either way. i'm a total annoying girl and was uber excited and didn't want to leave....but we had too.

so that's the exciting news i have from my weekend; got the once over from Jerry Maguire after semi-managing the shitstorm front door at an urban performance. just a delightful something i definitely was not expecting. then we got mexican food at 2:30 AM. mmm taquitos. so good! oh yeah, then had to drive from venice to hollywood to pick up my other friend who was stranded at a random apartment. double score! so that's it. aren't you glad you got to read that?!? i've attached some eye candy for your enjoyment.

Tommy:

Tracy, Me and bubbly:

Posted by missy at February 14, 2005 3:41 PM