Daily Archive for February 26th, 2004

Bleh bleh!

Here’s a surprise message for Joz — whom I haven’t spoken to in FOREVER!

BLEH BLEH!

*I hope you don’t kill me for molesting your blog!*

Taking guesses…

I’m off to a trade show this morning, so the “to be continued” will have to be continued later (tonight?).

What else do you think happened last night?

Take a guess?

What a day!

I wish I had the mental energy of writing out everything that’s swirling in my head from today. Instead, here are some miscellaneous bullet points… almost a true brain barf:

-What up with “Stormwatch 2004!!!!”? There’s barely any rain. LIARS!

-Lunch with Wing Lam, of Wahoo’s Fish Taco at Prado on Larchmont. I love these restaurants (Wahoo’s and Prado) and Wing is the coolest. Really, he is. IDEAS! IDEAS! IDEAS! Neither of us could stop talking, we had such a great time. It occurs to me it has been MUCH TOO LONG since I’ve had a fish taco (or ten) at Wahoo’s. This must be rectified soon.

-After lunch: fun time! I annoy the heck out of the Kickass Guy At The Sharon Osbourne Show™, the same guy who hooked Yosh & I up with killer seats on Monday night. KGATSOS™ is cool enough to let me and Wing on the set while N*Sync’s J.C. Chasez runs-through”Some Girls.” Interesting song. Nice backup dancers, J.C.. (They let you air this on regular TV?) Thanks again, KGATSOS™!

-We think it’d be funny to take a picture like we’re kicking it at KTLA news, so here’s me and Wing being silly: Don't worry, I'm ok.  I don't know why I'm smiling like that.  Eeek.

-And did you see the picture I put on buzznet?

-I leave work late. No umbrella. I shouldn’t have cursed the rain gods or the dang weather reporters. It’s pouring and I’m about as pathetic as a wet dog.

-Dash! Dash! Dash! It’s been a while since I last saw Genevieve. We are getting ready to go to Bliss for a Fred Segal Pre-Oscar party/fashion show. I got my own invitation so I didn’t have to be her “plus one.” She lets me borrow her kickass (and very warm) cashmere wrap. I own no piece of clothing quite this nice. I can’t imagine rain to be too great for cashmere. Eeek.

-My friend AC has been convinced to be my ‘date’ for the evening. And I make him bring an umbrella. He is freakin’ awesome. He doesn’t complain that my tardiness forces us to not be able to get valet parking (What the heck do you mean the lot is full?) and we have to park a few blocks away. He also puts up with me first trying to “sneak into the back way of the parking lot” but then getting in trouble when a bunch of other cars follow my lead and get stuck going the wrong way (See what you get for trying to do what I do?). I get out and find parking closeby (but not close enough). In the meantime, the rain gods diss us further… it’s pouring harder and harder the further we get from Bliss

-We finally get to the “entrance” which is really the back entrance. Luckily there is a tent for us to stand under. AC offers to get drinks while I dry off a bit. At the front of the line, the paparazzi has converged. And the fashion show is already underway. Oops. I made us very late.

-Once we get in, I look for Genevieve. It’s now hot and muggy. Yuck. And where’s Genevieve? Instead, I run into John Cho. I know he doesn’t remember me, but I knew him “once upon a time.” He is cool as introduce him to AC and I re-introduce myself to him. I say that I’ve been seeing him everywhere lately… he jokes, “Sorry about that.” I say he needs to keep on with it! Swirl of activity… someone else is talking to John now.

Joz & Aubrey!  That's John Cho behind us in the left of the picture.
-I look over. HEY! I KNOW THAT GUY PASSING BY! It is Aubrey Loots, one of the best hair stylists I’ve ever been to… we are connected many ways, too. Many mutual friends & I have been so busy I haven’t gone to his new salon. Last couple of times he’s seen me, my hair has looked like crapola. And today it got rained on. I can tell Aubrey is trying not to lecture me. Turns out, Aubrey did the hair for the models in the fashion show. Cool!

-Aubrey is trying to get to valet early. And where’s Genevieve? I say bye to John’s friend so we can continue our search & John turns around to say bye to me. Props to John for remembering my name!

-Genevieve is nowhere to be found. We check the VIP Room upstairs… they say they haven’t seen her up there yet… someone last saw her downstairs on the floor just after the fashion show ended.

-AC and I go back downstairs. No Genevieve. We plop ourselves down at the tables near the fireplace (I dunno what this place is called). The seating is COMFY. And warm. And people are getting kicked out of this section. We watch as people get “escorted away” and a whole entourage of people enter. People are shifting about around us. Ja Rule and his peeps are here. At the next two tables. AND OW! Cameras and VERY VERY bright flashes are going off. Ja Rule is the center of attention. AC & jozjozjoz are innocent bystanders in the background. How bad does my hair look now?

…to be continued…

Find out the answers to these questions…

Do I ever find Genevieve?
Does my hair get nastier?
Do I ever get my ass off the couch and DANCE?
Do the rain gods continue to mess with jozjozjoz?

… and more… in another installment of jozjozjoz.com!




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