Last night Yalda and I went to see The Virgins play at Spaceland! It was an amazing show. We danced with the hipsters, sang along to Rich Girls, stalked Lucy Liu, who was in the front row with us, and made fun of Jesse Metcalf as he was standing next to us in line for the valet. Will The Virgins have to change their band name after they become wildly successful and have tons of groupies waiting for them backstage?

Good Morning, Southern California!

Was that an earthquake? Or did you just rock my world ;)

rockin and rollin from the 24th floor,
Tala

I’m Not Here to Make Friends!


Okay, okay, we get it. You are not here to make friends. But you definitely are here to get your fifteen minutes of fame.

Speaking of... Heidi’s fifteen minutes have resulted in a question on Jeopardy. This is a sad day for America.

A couple evenings ago, I began to get ready for a “night in.” Instead, I ended up sitting next to Wilmer Valderamma’s table at Beso, dancing with David Hasselhoff at Les Deux, and crashing a party at the Roosevelt. Whoever said that staying in was the new going out never had the chance to live in LA.

You may not know this, but somebody is having a birthday this week... That’s right, it’s your old buddy America :) And to celebrate, President Bush has given all his loyal subjects Friday off. With the specter of a long flag-filled weekend looming in the horizon, some folks have decided to check out a little early- including me! I will be at Zuma, lifeguard station #7 from tomorrow till Sunday. Come out and catch a wave, eat some pie, and wear your stars and stripes. Happy Independence Day!