Current mood:	hopeful
Current music:	Come Together

"There, I said it"
SO after a restless night and surrealy fucked up morning, my paid photoshoot cancelled and I was left with just having to worry about modeling for Saryn's shoot. I was so unbelievably exhausted that I actually managed to get lost on the way to her house that I had been to before simply because I did not read a line in my directions--I was an hour late and thoroughly embarassed but she was very sweet about the whole thing, and we got some great shots. Then I raced home, got fabulous, picked up Kris and went over to John's new place where we were planning to leave from to go to Maloney's to meet a couple more of his friends. The experience was a little awkward--John definitely noticed the weight loss and probably now thinks all I do is party from the stories Kris and I were sharing with him which isn't entirely accurate but still it was good to see him and see Matt and Evan again. Kris and I stood out like sore thumbs at Maloney's--if ever two people were specifically designed to NOT blend in at a college bar, it would be Kris and me. It was Studio 54 meets Cheers. So we got a little stir crazy and John got tired anyway so he drove us back and then Kris and I went to Motherlode for karaoke. Unfortunately, the song list did not included Tyrone BUT I sang a rocked out, sexed-up version of the Beatles "Come Together" that everyone went nuts for. Plus the HOTTEST straight guy (hand to God--young Marlon Brando) hit on me that night--only little trouble was, is that he was unbelievably drunk and even if I had given him my card, he would have had no clue who the hell "Eva Woodby Professional Makeup Artist" was the next day. But here is the highlight of the evening:

Kris and I are chatting and having a lovely time when we notice a couple of men kissing--nothing odd about that in West Hollywood of course, except that one of the men has got to be pushing 40 and literally has the ugliest, most unkempt mane of blonde wavy hair that goes all the way down his back. I said to Kris," Somebody needs to go up to that man and say,'Honey, this is not 1972, you are not Robert Plant, and you need to cut that shit off and donate it to Locks of Love or something.' There, I said it." Kris actually had to run out to the outdoor patio to get some air, he was laughing so hard. I don't know where some of the shit that I say comes from half the time but what are you going to do? Outside, I also got to talk to a really cool stylist who I vibed with really well who definitely seemed seriously interested in working with me. LORD KNOWS I can use the money as paid makeup work has been slow as of late. I do have the $150 gig later this week but I really need more stuff. Hopefully he wasn't bullshitting me.