festival/victor hotel/rachel ray sound check party

so of couse we then go on to the old gin and tonics.... good and bad...
interesting time here.
lots of famous people, of course in the "foodie world", if one didn't know, then they would be like who?????? what??? where?????
curtis stone.
cat cora
guy.

i met guy.
i met stone.
and cora remembered me from last year, of course as all this is going on, i'm drunk.
i'm standing by the agent of all these people, actually i walked up to stone, and started talking, and then as always, i always end up with the side person, not the main person. (the agent)
so i''m standing talking to this overweight, bald, very ungood looking guy named jeff.
cora walks by and i say to agent, oh she doesn't remmeber me????
she stops and says yes i do, and i say no you don't , and she says YES i do!!
i was oh, well your pr person woundn't let me interview you this year, did you know that, what the heck????
i think i ask her age, and then as she leaves, i say well, the interview last year, was a bust, my tape recorder went haywire. sorry,,,,
i turn to the agent as say, oh her answers last year were so canned any way, who cares...
he say, oh well, i like her, i just oh... ok.. there...
so i sent like dave said 2 hours, i don't think so, talking to him,
then i kind of ran out of things to say/or ask i guess. dave said it got awkward, i didn't think so, the guy was just boring. then he says why are you wasting your time talking that douche bag. i replied i don't know, i'm just talking.
ok then the fate happens.
me, i don't really remember even how it started, dave told me.
it fact, we hit it off so well, that there was none of that lame, oh my name....
that is a problem though.. thank god for dave on that, at the end..
basically when i was standing there talking to this total stranger, i knew i was fucking crazy about him after 10 mins.
can't explain, it's something you just know.
easy as that, i have never felt that about someone so quick EVER.
so, we leave at about 3:30 in the morning. i said good-bye.

me and dave talk for another after that by my pool.

sidenote:
looking back, this has the funnest and bummerest night ever.

sidenote 2: i love partying with famous people. it is the best, it feels like your living, your going somewhere, like your apart of something, that the general population can not have. the 4th wall is gone, the tv is right there. it is very hard to explain.

sidenote 3: band? who knows...who gives a fuck.

sidenote 4: when someone asks for your number and hands you a fucking iphone, even if you have one too, and if you have been drinking. get a god damn pen and paper, and just write it the old fashioned way.

sidenote 5: or as my mom says, what the fuck??? where were your business cards?


they were in my bag......