Last night...

...totally gets its OWN post.

After missing out on Violet's thrift shopping, I was fairly certain I wasn't headed out for Morgan's birthday or anything, but Jorge told me we'd been invited over to christen Joshua's new place. We left around 10p, and after driving around, parked in the usual lot in West Hollywood. We walked the numerous blocks to Joshua's apartment building, and then went up for the party, which was nice and relaxed. After a while, we left, and lo and behold.... trapped in the elevator. Eight gay guys, a lesbian, and a black woman, and let's estimate that four of those gay guys are fairly drunk. In a small elevator, those five or so have the brilliant idea to jump, so they do, and the elevator gets stuck between floors, and the most shocking thing is that they were surprised. When you meet new people, it's very telling about a person to see how they act under pressure. Granted, intoxication can skew the behavior, but for the most part, I'd say it's fairly accurate.

There were definitely some queens in there who aren't winning Survivor anytime soon.

There's a lot of juicy goings-on to mention, but we'll just say that in the ~45 minutes or so of our imprisonment, there were impromptu photosessions, Facebook uploads, Twitter updates, and a flask of Vodka. Looking back, it was kind of a fun time; at the moment, it was much less entertaining. Once again, though, this is totally proof that we should have a Reality show.

Afterwards, we went to "Hot Dog" which is apparently some theme night at the Palms. I ran to Here around 1:30a, barely got in, and wished Morgan well. I said hey to the ladies and queens and briefly met Chi Chi La Rue, who obviously was done for the night. :)

Anyway, I meet up with the remaining crew who've wandered over from Hot Dog for some pizza, and then we head back to Josh's so Jorge can sober up a bit and we can just hang out some more. There was talk about us spending the night, but we eventually left. When we finally headed for the parking garage, it was pushing 5a... and the garage was closed. A few attempts at contact [and breaking and entering] later, we went back to Josh's. I had to uh... jump the fence, but we got into the building just fine and stayed there for the night. 

This morning, we woke up, had a lovely brunch at some place on Melrose (Le Pain Quotidien, or something like that), and then got the car! There was some worry, since they had no Sunday hours posted last night, but we made it. An eventful 16 hours, to say the least.

I think I'm going to walk to the thrift store that's SOMEWHAT close to where I live (like, 45 minutes away :/) and then hopefully hit Target...? We'll see what happens.