Wolfgang cooks Julia / Birthday Party in the Hills!

So ever since I saw Julie & Julia I have been CRAVING frog food - in particular Boeuf Bourginon (Beef Burgundy).

So when Kristy asked where we should eat I immediately said "La Dijonaise!"

When that option was too out-of-the-way, we settled on Monsieur Marcel at the Grove.

OMG FrenchBurger



OMG Boeuf Bourginon.



OMG So Happy!



So the Boeuf Bourginon @ the Grove was delicious...but the portion was teeny tiny (that picture above is an extreme closeup, the actual beefcubes were like half the size of a hamster) and the chef would not allow me to order it with pasta, so it left me still a bit hungry.

Of course the second I got home, Matt called and told me we had to come meet him, first at another L.A. Models Party, followed by a party at his awesome boss Richard's house celebrating the birthday of legendary photographer GregGorman.

We were exhausted and had been planning to just spend the night watching awful movies.

Matt said Leo Dicaprio and Luke Perry were expected to be there. Within minutes we were getting ready.



By the time we were ready Matt & Kelli were leaving the models party and heading straight up to Richard's house (also the site of Matt and Kelli's wedding reception)...

We arrived and the birthday party was in full-swing.



As was Matt...



There were A-gays everywhere!



AND....

OMG ... there was a full Julia Child-themed birthday buffet catered exclusively by birthday boy Greg's good friends Bruno and Wolfgang. As in Wolfgang Puck.







It was surreal. These guys are superstars of their respective industries.

(Below: Kelli, Mr.Gorman, Kelli's sister Collette, and Mr.Puck)


Gnomgnomgnomgnom.

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Grey Goose sponsored the event, so after stuffing our faces, we drinked.




There were mega-sized bottles of alcohol everywhere.





And snackies.



The garden was all lit up.



Richard and Adam are such wonderful hosts.



The view...



Breathtaking.



Fierceface sisters!



And then Matt found the Patron.




So what happens when you have an epic party full of free giant boozebottles?

You get randoms passed out in your garden.



And supermodels taking off their clothes.





And swimming!








Leo and Luke never showed up, but it was still a great night of impromptu epicness.



And now I'm in Minneapolis on my layover heading back to NYC.

And guess where I just had lunch?

Stupid PantsParty

Sam U.L. Hodgeson threw a going away party for himself as he heads off to San Francisco to join Tee at Stanford Business School in the fall.

He held the party, however, in Meatpacking District at this awful bar called the Gas Lite that did not allow patrons to enter if wearing shorts after 10:30pm.

I arrived at 10:35.

I was unable to enter.

It was the most ridiculous rule I've ever heard because people who entered the bar wearing shorts BEFORE 10:30 were allowed to remain the bar...I was mad. And sweaty.

As I sat outside on the edge of a large streetside flower pot, I waited for my friends to arrive and watched, sadly, as they each were allowed to enter. The bouncer-black pitied me none.

But THEN a man and his girlfriend went up to the entrance and the man was CLEARLY wearing shorts and the bouncer let him in. The man was black. I ran up and cried racism.

They just looked at me funny.

I was so (egg)furious.

Sure I could have bribed the guy...but why would I want to enrich someone who is a total jackass? Instead I cursed the man silently and prayed for the sweet baby Jesus to bestow a pigflu upon him.

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Happily PWu and Zameer met up and we went to G-Lounge, where exposed calves are not an issue.



Smersh and Semmes were also in town and after attending the pantsparty met up with us as well.



We see them again next week in New Orleans! Yay!

Sex and the City sighting!

I totally forgot to mention that I saw Stanford Blatch aka Willie Garson the other day as I stepped out of my building to go to dinner. He was literally standing right there less than two feet away from me staring at me with his little son whose hand he was holding and taking on a tour of the neighborhood.

I recognized him immediately but had my phone in my hand so quickly looked down and resumed the texting I had been doing. He crossed the street and I was going to take an iPhone pic but he kept turning and looking at me so I kept pretending like I was just texting people on my iPhone and didn't know who he was. (I think he and his son were talking about me being tall.) I waited and waited. It felt like a standoff. Finally I gave up on the pic and just headed down the street to the restaurant I was going to only to realize they were then following me. (His voice is exactly the same in person.)

I ducked into the restaurant and got my table but by then they were almost out of sight and this is the best I could do. Sorry!



As you can see though, pretty much everyone recognized him!