Oooooh m'gosh

It's been awhile. It has always been a while lately. I'm lax.

This latest L.A. venture has been an odd one. It's a mash-up this time between new and old, family and friends. There are moments that remind me "this is why I don't live here." But there are other moments that make that not so clear. I think it's the days. The days in L.A. are not my cup. The nights...the nights are better. Most of the time. Half of the time.

If I lived here, where would I live?

I can't picture living here again. Sometimes, though, I wish I could scoop up certain people, certain places, certain moments, certain nights. I'd scoop them up and take them back with me to where I better belong. I'd drag their tanned asses back to New York...back where it's close and quick...back where I don't have to drive on the freeway and the night doesn't end at 2.

I'm ready for a higher echelon and a caliber of quality. I'm more than ready to say goodbye forever to the trash and the flakes and the draggers and the hangers-on. I'm done with being drained and I'm done with being less. You hear that? I'm welcoming you in, so fucking come on in. And you others? I'm kicking you out. So get the fuck out.

Picture Peek

Finally got back to NY. Took the redeye (not recommended) on JetBlue (unreliable), although this time I only sat on the runway for 45 minutes rather than 10 and 1/2 hours. Being in the JetBlue terminal at JFK was total PTSD, though.

I worked the Oscar swag suites last Thursday and Friday. That was certainly interesting. It's so easy to get caught up in it all but thank god I kept a bit of cynical distance. What a trip. I was better at it than I thought I would be, but at least my lips didn't get chapped from too much ass-kissing. Granted, I was nicer than I authentically felt towards a few of the "celebs". But I guess that's the game. Some, especially the younger girls, were actually sweethearts. Only one was a royal pain in the ass (I'm talking to you, former Laverne & Shirley cast member. You're just plain mean lady.)

But the point of this post is the pictures. Wow, that was some alliteration there. Most of these are Joie photos, of course, as I was mainly documenting the migration. I'm not posting any of his show photos. You can see those over on Joie's blog. So here we go:

Forgot to post this one from the Maryland airport. Still can't believe we went to frigging Maryland in order to fly to L.A. Kee-razy.

Tuggin' luggage.

He looks all suspicious in the doorway

Texty in the Starbucksy

Out with my friends. Little Lindsay is getting married! To a great guy, Jason, who is sitting on the left there. After this photo we went to go see Jason play at the Viper room. Liked the venue a lot. Better than the Whiskey, that's for sure. You know what? They confiscated my gum at the Whiskey! My gum! Dangerous gum...

I seriously don't remember where I took this picture.

Pre-gig. Watching Joie do his eyeliner in the parking lot across from the Rainbow was hee-larious.

I like this photo. All moody and junk.

I've never seen anyone get so lounge-y and comfy in a passenger seat.

I think I've created a Carl's Jr. monster. Nah, he's probably back to staying away from fast food and carbs already.

I'm all teary-eyed behind the sunglasses. Thank god for sunglasses.

He's carting all his worldly possessions into his new place.

While I sit in the car and mope.

He keeps carting.

And I keep moping.

Moooooooopppppppee.

One last photo, with my eyes all glassy from crying.

And he waves bye-bye...

This is proving to be a difficult adjustment. I'm in grief right now. I'm a little (a little) surprised at how hard it was and is. I thought that after so many days together, we'd probably drive each other totally nuts and I'd be glad to go. But instead it was easier and more fun every day (even with my periodic crankiness or daily dose of eye-tearing). So, yeah, it's a toughie.

But I love my friend, and I want for him what makes him happy.

Photo Update

The story so far (in photos)

Trapped on a plane for 11 hours...trapped in an airport for 29. We went from hostages to refugees.

We camped.

And camped.

And slept. I love this photo.

Shocked as shit to be in L.A. and already texting.

Going to my folks' house or going to the prom?

Rock star times two.

Is it happiness or delirium?

A little overtired and not even there for 4 hours yet and we're already headed out.

Never thought I'd see pale East Village boy on the beach. He's actually starting to get a little color.

I nullify veto power. Cuz I LIKE this pic.

Spooooky.

Wonder what tomorrow will bring...