The Saturday Night Report.

So let's make-believe that it is 5am on Sunday morning, and that Anthony decided to boot up the computer and champ away at the keyboard rather than curl up in his bed and sleep. If you accept that, it works.

I was invited up to beatlebumm's place to hang with some folks, and maybe have a drink or two. But as things worked out, the party ended up heading down to Huntington Beach, and somewhere en route it got into my head that I wasn't feeling particularly Orange County last night. Not that I don't dig the OC, but I wasn't quite up for driving the 30 miles back towards Long Beach and then the other 15 miles down to Huntington Beach. (No worries, Jamie)

So after calling around a to couple of people and getting no luck, I gave in and did what I really didn't want to do...I went to Bang! Not all that happy about going, but you know, I went. What was wrong with me? Huh? Dunno. And I couldn't find Par Avion. Blah. Dumb ass should have printed up directions. Honestly, I need to get something together and get Liz a new Saturday Night Party. Really, I do. Cuz, you know...need someplace good on Saturday. Need Liz power on Saturday. Dammit.

Anyrate, got to Bang after a little while, and went in. Man, the crowd looks young now. And very KROQish. Weird.

Strange enough, it seems like it was attack of The Night That Everyone Who Wasn't Going To Go BANG! Goes To BANG! No one was planning on going. No one that I talked to really was into it. But we all showed up. All showed up to try and figure out what the hell kinda night it was and what the hell happend to the place. Dancing was there, but well...not all that much fun, anyrate. It has become the place to go, the place to see people who you haven't seen in a long while. The place to go and catch up with folks, maybe get a little drunk. But not really to have fun. I dunno. Maybe that's my impression. Maybe it's just me.

ohsoeurodisco was there looking as luscious as always. Why that girl don't have a plethora of men following her around like 24-7 is beyond me. I'd volunteer, but, well, it's like, you know...

pussycatmeow was there (begrudgingly), with zeppelinangel in tow. Well, she was there, anyway. Chatted for a little bit.

T*H*E*M* were there looking cool as usual. They swooped over and said hi, and fussed that they haven't had the chance to get to Transmission in a while and how much they miss it. They've got some New York plans coming up soon, and are really looking forward to the tour action. Justin has died his hair black, and has shaved off his goat. He looks all baby face, and clean. Man, it's funny, because you can't really recognize him without the look. Neat.

Christiana was looking hot as usual, being the fabulously TALL woman that she is. It's amazing, she's tall, lovely, and a powerhouse in heels. And she can't get guys. It's frightening. She can't get guys, because, as she says, everyone thinks that she's a drag queen. It's kind of upsetting knowing that. Successful, talented, and lovely, and can't find no love. Now that's not cool. And she likes short guys too. Go fig. :-) The fun part of that whole thing is watching the girls and the guys trying to figure out if this giant blonde modelesque chica is a man in drag or just really tall. And so we just sorta danced on. :-)

I got a little bit down, but did my best to not be completely messed up by the night. That Girl (Yeah, that one) was there and I said hi, and she said hi, and then ran off. "It's my sister's birthday. We're...dancing." Gah. She hasn't returned my phonecalls, and well, yeah. Blah. I've kinda given up on that. Yeah. Blah. Blah. Blah. Blah. I give up, yes. Lauren said to play it cool, and be nice, but just act like I'm you know...above it all. So I tried. Yeah.

So when she left the club without saying so much as "boo." Well, blah.

I went out to the patio to basically drown my sorrows in vodka tonics when along came tregordo with a mini party at his side. He introduced me to his homeboy Karan, and (*I think*...did I ever mention that I'm HORRIBLE with names...and it's worse when I've been drinkin' a little bit, and the music is loud, and I don't say the name more than once, or something) Alex and Kris (?). We'll go with Alex and Kris until I learn for sure, and get my brain on. Chris was smokin'. Mmmm....Thank you for the intro Jason!

Then Jason got a call on his cell...party moves on to another venue
"Like Iceland...or the Philipines, or Hastings, or...or--Or This Place!

*ahem*

Left the club, said a few goodbyes and then up and out, and into the car to zoom zoom zoom to Beverly Hills...

(To Be Continued...later)