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As most of you know, Hamptons to Hollywood embarked on its first Vegas excursion a few weekends ago. BEST.TIME.EVER. Whilst in the famed party town, I was able to attend the Wet Republic Pool Party, which, in my opinion, is THE BEST Vegas Pool Party. Why you ask? Let me illustrate… 1. You Meet A Ton of New Friends I think I left Vegas with at least 10 new phone numbers that weekend, a majority of them from the pool. Wet Republic brings everyone together because as we know, alcohol is a great equalizer, making everyone from all walks of life, drunken bafoons. The aura and energy of their pool party though is so infectious it makes you want to share your revelry and fun with everyone around you. You’ll meet people from across the country and bond over vodka red bulls. And so what if you forget their names?…
2014 was one of my favorite years. It was filled with AMAZING things, horrible things, and things that just plain changed my life. Every year I like to acknowledge who it was in that year that changed my life for the better and made me happy. So here it goes…This is such a cliche, and I know you’ve all heard it many times, and I had no idea Marilyn Monroe was such a fucking philosopher, but the best way I can sum up my year is from this quote of hers: “I believe that everything happens for a reason. People change so that you can learn to let go, things go wrong so that you appreciate them when they’re right, you believe lies so you eventually learn to trust no one but yourself, and sometimes good things fall apart so better things can fall together.”1. My Writer’s GroupEver since my…
This summer was one of the best of my life. Not only did I make a plethora of new friends, I also kicked my blog into high-gear on a professional level and launched a bunch of exciting projects that I am super thankful and proud to be a part of. It was definitely a work-hard, play-hard season.And yet, while I only have fond memories since Memorial Day, some of the most horrible things happened to me. I lost a friend, my apartment was destroyed in a flood, I broke my foot, my car died, and someone smashed the shit out of my brand new car. But it just goes to show that no matter how badly life can seem, the good always outweighs the bad in the end. Call it the power of positive thinking, call it being optimistic, but I finally feel comfortable and genuinely happy to be where…
Last night in LA my Writer’s Group hosted an Independent Filmmaker’s Panel with three up-and-coming artists who recently all completed work on highly anticipated features that they all wrote, produced, and either directed or starred in. Moderated by Dane Wilson, filmmakers Andrew Muto, Zach Laliberte, and Casey Nelson were given the opportunity to talk about the making of their films, the motivation behind creating them, and the ups and downs that inadvertently come with creating a feature film. Muto’s film “Blood Runs Black”, which is currently in the festival circuit, is a ghastly horror tale that tells the story of a woman TOO desperate to get married, which offered a bit of funny irony as Andrew actually proposed to his girlfriend during the filming process. “Breaking Glass”, Laliberte’s directorial debut, is a coming-of-age-dramedy (my personal favorite genre) that was shot on location in Georgia this past summer involving a young,…
Straight men get a lot of shit for behaving in ways that may not always be as tidy or acceptable when seen from a woman’s perspective. Dishes might pile up. Clothes might go unwashed. The floor may not have been vacuumed for a little longer than socially acceptable – can you tell I’m looking around my apartment while writing this post? – and many times outfits are called into question. Just the other week I was talking to a really good gay guy friend of mine and he was telling me that half of my wardrobe was positively unacceptable for not only my age, but also the era we live in. GREAT. Though this tough love was, well, tough to hear, I’ve concluded that every straight guy needs a gay man’s perspective on the world to be more successful in his personal life.1. The Best WingmanHave you ever noticed how…
I haven’t updated in a while because my life has been a whirlwind of busi-ness. See what I did there? But, better to be busy than bored right?This past weekend was excellent so I’ll just give you a quick recap: I reunited (I always say reunited which implies that it’s been years, when in actuality it’s really mere weeks) with Corinne, an old friend from my college days who moved out to LA a few months back to conquer the entertainment biz. She’s great and we have a great relationship so it’s always good to see the girl.We hit the beach in Santa Monica and of course I started apartment hunting because, obviously it’s Santa Monica and I want to live on the beach. We basically spent the day catching up and we attended a show at this new theater in Beverly Hills which was awesome and I got to…
Tomorrow is a monumentus day because it is my 26th birthday. If this is coming as a shock to any of you, I’m concerned why it was not printed in all of your 2014 calendars from the get-go.26 means only one thing: I’m no longer in my early to mid twenties; I am officially in my mid to late twenties, which is horrifying because I have not achieved everything I had originally planned to accomplish at this tender age. You know things are taking a turn for the wost when on the last day of being 25, I went home on my lunch break, made french fries, and cleaned my apartment. WILD, I know.But 25 was an okay year…List of Achievements- I held down a steady job & launched a talk show starring myself because I’m not narcissistic at all.- Lots of friends came to visit. (Court, Breeze, Patrick, Rick,…
CURRENT STATE: SORE Derek had a free pass to the UFC gym where he’s a member and told me to check it out with him and his brother, Sean. So I’m amped. At work we TRY and do hourly pushups, but lately we’ve kinda been slacking so I was excited to whip myself back into shape. And whipped, I was.As soon as I walked in the gym, I was excited and petrified all at the same time. The trainer, who was my height and basically just one big muscle, wrapped up my hands in tape and gave me some gloves. The gloves were slime green, so obviously we had an unspoken understanding that I’d be channeling my inner Incredible Hulk tonight.Calisthenics were first and we did so many effing lunges I thought my legs were gonna fall off. When it was finally time to punch and kick the bag’s guts…
*Note: This post was composed at 1:00am and does not reflect my current mood.Right now I’m sitting in bed, clad in a old pair of gray boxer briefs, wondering how I can be such a pathetic manchild sometimes…?Seriously, there are times that I can be a full-on helpless brat that behaves the way you’d only expect from your 3 year old nephew. I blame the lengthy time in my childhood when I was without siblings and all the attention was on ME ME ME. Somehow I never outgrew that and now all my friends have to suffer the consequences.#sorrynotsorryIrrational concern of today: I was mad at myself I didn’t schlep my ass to the gym because there were people there I wanted to see. Not because, you know, I didn’t work out. Sensing a problem, are we? When I found out who I had missed, I went into a complete…