Secret Pop

Jan 31, 2002

"Dummy, it's the North Pole. You're supposed to look cold."

I spent the better part of the evening at the Sunset Room with Kiavi and Trina and Sarah. The pre-show singer was shrill (fellow diners were overheard to ask people seated near them if they had a gun they could borrow) and unpleasant to listen to, and the patio area was a bit too cold. But the food was nice and the bread was yummy and the waiter was very friendly and the drinks were strong. So very strong.

In the club portion of the place, they were holding the Ultimate Babe Contest, which doubled as a bizarre sort of fashion show with very skimpy outfits on the bodies of girls who seemed a bit under par by L.A. standards, as was evidenced by the number of members of the crowd who actually said the word "boo" when this one girl wearing barely anything but a sheer piece of fabric and thong underwear turned and showed her rump to those of us watching. In all fairness to the booers, it was not a very nice rump. So, there was nothing particularly ultimate about the babes on the stage. And the rest of the evening left the dancefloor populated by women who looked like hookers and the old, perfumed men who wanted to pay to dance with them. When, by the way, did dancing just become a way to do it in public? I'm always surprised by the lack of subtlety in the moves I see. A few years ago, it was the Cabbage Patch and the Running Man and the Roger Rabbit. Today, it's the Kneel Down and I'll Give You a Fiver.

Out of fondness and respect for Kiavi, I will refrain from telling what a funny man said to him when we were waiting for our car. But for those of us who were there, it was a provoker of screams of laughter.

Got home just in time to catch Jason Schwartzman on Letterman. Love him to pieces. Upwards, downwards, every which way. I will see Slackers. I swear it. So, he brought some photos he had taken at a little kiddie photo place at the mall. It was clever and funny in an I-wish-I'd-thought-of-that kind of way. I wish I'd thought of that.

It is colder than Los Angeles has any right tp be. It was colder here today than it was in New York City. What gives?

My apartment is being invaded by ants.

And it's the last day of January. I refuse to accept that. I'm certain if I try hard enough, I can make it January all over again. Just watch me.

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