Welp, it’s Friday, and I’ve finally emerged from a six day food coma that would make Rip Van Winkle look like an insomniac. Sure, I’ve been technically “awake” and “interacting” with people, but I think we can all agree that food coma is sometimes a state of mind — one often brought on by a never ending stream of culinary indulgences. It took days for me to no longer carry the guilt and lethargy that came from my recent pig-out at this year’s Los Angeles Times THE TASTE (one of the most awkwardly titled food festivals on the books). I dropped by this food extravaganza over Labor Day weekend and put my media comped pass to good use.
After the jump, see some pics of the bites, nibbles, and general decadence that I partook in.
We are in the throes of summer, and what better way to celebrate it by drinking (unless you’re sober, in which case that is a TERRIBLE IDEA). Conveniently, Grey Goose has just debuted a new melon variety of its much lauded vodka, and to celebrate this joyous occasion, Urban Daddy threw a party earlier this week fit for a king. Well, a Los Angeles king. And I don’t mean a hockey player.
Yes, Grey Goose LE MELON (as it’s called) derives its flavor from the cavaillon melon, a melon so prized that kings have bartered away their most valuable possessions for just a taste — at least according to the press release, and as we all know, press releases never lie. Anyway, the Grey Goose people took a hold of the whole “king” thing and ran with it, inviting Vine superstar KingBach to host the shindig at the Sixty Hotel in Beverly Hills. Yours truly was also in attendance, and I’m proud to announce that I neither fell in the pool nor fell down any staircases. This is a major win for my cool cred.
It’s been a hot minute since I’ve blogged about cocktails (and it’s been an even hotter minute since I stated a blog by saying “It’s been a hot minute…”). Nevertheless, I’m here to buck the trend. Last night, my friend IndianJones and I attended a “tasting bout” sponsored by Tequila Herrandura and UrbanDaddy at Los Angeles’ Soho House. The event was simple: four mixologists battled it out for cocktail supremacy in front of an esteemed panel of judges, with each barkeep enduring at least two rounds of competition. First they had to serve up a signature cocktail. Then they had to whip up as many margaritas as possible under three minutes. Winner advanced to a final round that involved incorporating chocolate into a tequila drink. Fun times all around.
Of course, while the competition was fun to watch, it merely was an excuse to enjoy some tasty tequila (shots were abundant) and make new friends. In the end, master mixologist Steve Livigni took home the title belt, much to the delight of the many boozy onlookers. I didn’t get a chance to try any of Livigni’s cocktails, but I can assure you I more than made up for it with a variety margaritas, shots, and other assorted libations. A few random pictures of the event after the jump…
I love a ridiculous fad, and Los Angeles is home to many of them (remember oxygen bars and pitch black restaurants?). Over the weekend, I stumbled upon my first ever Silent Disco, a unique party wherein participants can only hear music by donning wireless headsets. In other words, it’s the most antisocial conceit of all time.
The headsets offer users three channels to listen to, each one corresponding to a glowing color (red, green, and blue), which means that at any given moment, people are dancing to entirely different music. In some ways that’s kind of cool, but at the same time, isn’t the fun of the dance floor that the masses are united in one throbbing, rhythmic, sensory experience?
Like any properly silly fad, the Silent Disco leaves us asking “Why?” but to be fair, there are some practical answers. Silent Discos are apparently a big hit in outdoor venues where noise restrictions limit booming music over loudspeakers. I can certainly get behind that. However, in a small lounge built primarily for socializing, it makes little to no sense. The result is a room full of people dancing around with headphones while the rest of us watch incredulously.
I would say that I’m open to exciting new expressions of dance and social experiences, but this was a shade pretentious, even for me. At one point, my friends Sly and Sawgee and I put on the headphones, and an excitable man walked up to us and screamed, “I LOVE THAT YOU ARE ALL ON DIFFERENT CHANNELS BUT STILL TOTALLY CONNECTING!” Yes, we were all connecting: specifically, on the silliness of the entire thing.
Should you be curious to see a Silent Disco in action, check out the video above.
A spicy margarita from Las Perlas, left, and the view from Perch, right.
This past weekend, a group of us here in Los Angeles trekked to Downtown LA to engage in a lengthy and enjoyable pub crawl that lasted for just about twelve hours. Amazingly, we managed to keep our facilities about us, which was perfect since we then could appreciate the varied and eclectic watering holes we ambled into over the course of the day.
For those looking to make an excursion out of Downtown, definitely take notes. And also remember that we just barely scratched the surface…
Over the weekend, I was invited to the GLAAD Hancock Park: Top Chef Invasion event here in Los Angeles, which featured several Top Chef alums as well as notable local chefs (Kerry Simon, Susan Feniger, e.g.). However, the real draw for me was Real Housewife Lisa VanderPump, who continues to be my favorite cast member of the venerable Bravo series. Yes, I’m slightly obsessed.
If you’re looking for pictures of a pool, you’ve come to the right place because that’s what you’re about to see. Last week, I dropped by the Los Angeles Times Rock/Style event at the Roosevelt Hotel hosted by Jay Sean (famous for placing the phrase “Baby are you down, down, down, down, down” in my head at all times). I wasn’t able to stay very long, and as a result, my pictures are all sort of lame — just still shots of scenery basically. Nevertheless, if you’re so inclined, check out the pics are the jump.
There’s never a dull moment in Hollywood it seems, and last night was no exception. Nylon Magazine held its annual “Young Hollywood” Party, and given that I am the paragon of the young Hollywood ideal, it seemed like the logical thing for me to attend this bash. Joining me were two of my lady lovers, Phamtastic and Ashton, and our friend Sean (not a lady lover, but a spirited gentleman nonetheless). Together the four of us proudly tromped our way through Hollywood hotspot Bardot to take in the lights, the stars, and most importantly, the free booze.
The NewNowNext Awards air tonight on Logo, and this year, I was fortunate enough to nab a ticket (+1) for the event, which taped last week. I really had no idea what was in store for me, but the evening proved to be quite fun, especially when my friend Richard and I got placed essentially in the front row. If you don’t mind me being a little braggadocious, we were directly in front of True Blood’s Joe Manganiello and Kristin Bauer, behind actor Colin Egglesfield and singer Robyn, and down the row from Tabatha Coffey. My brain nearly exploded. Plus, not so far away were Gretchen Rossi and my favorite restauranteur, Lisa VanderPump. Okay, one last braggy thing: we had better seats than Paula Abdul (although, she got a couch).
A few nights ago, my friend Katie had a party to celebrate the launch of her new Painted Nail products, and so my crew (IndianJones and Phamtastic) and I all trekked on over to see what the hullaballoo was about. Here’s the thing: when Katie throws a party, you go. Last time I dropped by one of her events, I got a picture with Maria Conchita Alonso. ‘Nuff said.
Anyway, for those of you who aren’t familiar, Katie runs a much-lauded nail salon here in Los Angeles, and soon it shall be featured prominently on the TV Guide reality show The Nail Files, starring Katie and her boyfriend Walter. I’m happy to report the cameras were rolling at the party, which means my burgeoning side career of appearing briefly in the background of reality shows continues to thrive. (Stay tuned to Bravo for more on that front)