Me, Joanna, Nina, Tahitia and Mayumi. We're not a girlgang, we're dorks; most of us are pushing 30 and beyond.
Nina is going back home to Australia tomorrow without meeting Anna Nicole, because admittedly, I didn't try too hard. However, she did get to randomly meet Jay Leno, Viggo Mortensen, Don Cheadle, Dax Shepard (does he count?), Cameron, of course, and some other actors I don't recognize because I don't watch network TV. But more importantly, she got to meet a boy her own age. Aww.
UPDATE: Nina got to add Mario Van Peebles to her list of sightings and at this very moment (Tues 5:28pm), she's roaming around Robbie Williams's backyard.
10:59 PM // Monday September 27, 2004 // permalink
Tahitia shot this cool portrait of me and Mick two days ago. Isn't that nice of her?
I'm serving as a juror tomorrow and all next week so my day will be filled with super-secret activity I can't post. I'm proud to say that the Santa Monica Courthouse jury assembly room is surprisingly hip, design-wise, and has free high-speed internet connection. All of this coming from the same people who brought you the OJ trial.
08:55 PM // Thursday September 23, 2004 // permalink
Mr. and Mrs. Jason and Nicole Hoover.
Me, Mick and the happy, beautiful couple.
The engagement party invitation, cleverly designed by Nicole's brother, Phillip De Leon.
OK, so Britney Spears got married on the same day, but I guarantee that Jason's and Nicole's wedding was a thousand times more stylish. Disney Concert Hall vs. some guy's house in the Valley. Winner: the Hoovers. Female mariachi band vs. Journey on a boombox. Winner: the Hoovers. True love vs. desperate attempt on both sides to be legit. Winner: the Hoovers. There you have it.
06:33 PM // Tuesday September 21, 2004 // permalink
I just love, LOVE, that typography experts cracked the fake Bush National Guard memos. Why just the other day, I was extolling the virtues of computers and how we no longer have to use two spaces after every mono-spaced sentence. More good news: Nina had her first celebrity sighting, Cameron Diaz at the gas station. While she's no Anna Nicole Smith, I think Cameron will suffice.
01:35 PM // Friday September 10, 2004 // permalink
The plastinated blood vessels of some very unfortunate Asian people.
Try and catch the Body Worlds exhibition before it ends. It's morbidly fascinating. On a lighter, but no less fascinating note, Mick's 16-year-old second cousin is visiting from Australia. It's her lifelong dream to come to L.A. and meet her idol, Anna Nicole Smith, in person. Let's see if I can swing that. My only good contact is psychotic (you may have seen her on some of the Anna Nicole episodes), so I won't be talking to her. Hmm, looks like I'll have to bug Mr. J.V.S.
11:53 AM // Wednesday September 08, 2004 // permalink
