For our first weekend back in Los Angeles in forever we decided to actually try and have a semblance of a real life and – you know – not sit in front of our MacBook for too long. And it worked. We’ve had the best weekend in a really long time!
Friday night, we caught Courtney Love‘s mini-concert at the House of Blues on Sunset. However, shortly after we entered the venue, we got stuck in an elevator with James Blunt. For almost 20 minutes!
There’s nothing worse than being stuck in an elevator with drunk people. Well, maybe when one of those drunk people (a girl) claims to be claustrophobic. That’s worse. Oh, yeah, and it was insanely hot in the elevator.
Trying to ease the tension, Blunt joked, “Okay, let’s take off all our clothes and lets fuck!”
He didn’t have any takers.
All Perez could do was laugh at the absurdity of the whole situation. Thankfully, after what seemed like forever, the elevator miraculously started working again and we made it just in time for Courtney’s set.
Love came in about half-way through her producer/songwriter pal Linda Perry‘s show and proceeded to perform four songs from her upcoming album. They were Nobody’s Daughter, Sunset Marquis, Pacific Coast Highway and Letter To God.
All of the songs were pretty fucking amazing, but a bit of a departure from Love’s previous work in Hole and her solo efforts.
Her new Perry-produced material definitely has a bit of an old school vintage rock feel to it. Very ’70s. Think Fleetwood Mac and the Eagles only grittier, yet still pretty and organic sounding.
Despite recent reports that she was giving up smoking, Love lit up on stage, asking Perry for a “fag” to smoke, and then later splitting it with her.
Courtney and Linda shared a lot of banter with each other, with Perry claiming to have discovered Love at the Guitar Center and thinking she had a lot of potential.
“I know I’m new and most of you have never heard of me before,” Love joked to the crowd, which included Brett Ratner, David LaChappelle and Brit boy cutie Patrick Wolf.
Though it had been a few years since Love’s last solo show, she didn’t seem nervous at all, rocking out to the songs, even if she didn’t have a guitar. And, above all else, that raw edge and vulnerability was still present in her distinct voice.
Before the Courtney show, we had dinner at Jones with our dear friend Mel and then went to the book release party for James St. James‘ new novel, Freak Show.
The fabulous freaks were out in attendance and enjoying the free snacks from the ice cream truck.
At around midnight, after the Courtney show, we headed on over to the Roosevelt Hotel, where Prince gave us just a taste of the geniusity that is to come when he begins his residency there later this month.
The Purple one was having an after party for the ALMA awards, which he performed at earlier in the evening.
El Grupo Fantasma kept the crowd dancing and on it’s feet until 2 a.m., when Prince took the stage and killed it.
Sheila E. joined him on percussion and they all seemed like they were just having a great time, as were we.
Sacha Baron Cohen (aka Borat) was there, dressed in a tracksuit and cap, having a great time. This cheesy blonde – we think she was a hooker – kept trying to mack all over him, but he was a good boy, refusing all unwanted advances.
Cohen’s fiance, Isla Fisher, showed up very late and gave us the dirty eye all night long. We think she was afraid we’d tell you all that she looked SO pregnant and that Sacha kept rubbing her belly as they danced together.
Oops!
The celebrities came out in full force to party it up with Prince.
Who else was in the hizouse? Kanye West, Terrence Howard, Dayanara Torres, Judi Reyes, Robert Verdi, Will.i.Am, Stacey Keibler, Gavin Degraw and Jamie Foxx, who rolled in with an entourage of 10+.
Robin Thicke was also there, but we couldn’t bring ourselves to say hello. We just kinda stood next to him and bathed in the glow of his talent and hotness.
Oh, yeah, Samantha Ronson was also there, but she’s neither hot nor talented nor a celebrity.
As soon as she saw Perez, Lohan‘s rumored lover and snitch shoved her dick between her legs and went running away.
Later on, a friend of Ronson’s came up to Perez and said that she was really upset about THIS.
We’re supposed to care?
We mentioned something about shoving our fist up Samantha’s ass without any lube and thankfully her friend left us alone so that we could enjoy Prince.
It was our first time seeing the When Doves Cry singer live and we’re definitely gonna come back for more!
Saturday night we decided to gay it up, which we haven’t done in a while.
We met up with our friend Ross for some drinks at MJ’s in Silverlake, before heading down to The Other Side for some piano bar action.
We ended the evening at the Dragonfly, the new home of Mario Diaz‘s relocated “Hot Dog” party, which was oodles of fun, except for that little altercation with that drunk asshole from RSVP Cruises.
Sunday we did a whole lot of nothing except run a few errands and do some shopping. And it was just lovely.
The whole weekend was just wonderful.
Hope you had a great time too!
Ross, the incomperable Miz Jackie Beat, and P-Nasty.
