So last night we went out to a new club on Sunset –- poser city (not the name of the club, but it should be). Lots of starlets, agents, managers, producers, musicians, comedy writers (why are they always so ON?), drama writers (why are they always so BORING?) and best friends of all of the above. Anyway, it was tons of fun. An older married reality show producer friend of Lizzie’s bought us drinks the entire time and Marjorie and I didn’t leave the dance floor once –- until I got PUNCHED. By a girl! Apparently, she didn’t like the way I was dancing… and the fact that I was shaking it with her tall, lanky hot-as-hell boyfriend. I couldn’t help it, it’s not like he said “my girlfriend’s here so I can’t dance.” That knucklehead was rubbing up next to me like INSERT CLEVER METAPHOR HERE. So we were jamming, dancing, rockin, hangin, and a tad o’ making out and then out of nowhere I felt a huge WHACK on the side of my head. I said “OWWW!” (miraculously to the beat of the music) and turned around and saw an angry redheaded girl with a pierced eyelid glaring at me with her little skinny little fists clenched and ready to rumble. I said: “WHAT THE FUCK?!” and then SHE said “The fuck is that he’s my guy!” I wanted to hit back, but I lack the upper arm muscle needed to hurt someone, so instead I reached out and pulled her hair -- which made her drop to the floor (and worked out my triceps for a dot). Then I leaned down and ripped open her blouse and the buttons went flying -- one even into my eye, but I was so proud I didn’t make a big deal out of it. Then redheaded girl grabbed lanky guy by the arm and they ran out and everybody gathered around me. I thought they were all gonna yell at me, but they congratulated me and bought me drinks for the rest of the night. I was the local hero of the hip new club! Or maybe they were worried that I’d pull their hair and pop open their blouses.
L-Boogie: yes, write away! they need pressure put on 'em!
Matt: D.C., how glamourous! all those hunky political types in suits. i smell a road trip soon.
xo,
j
Posted by: jane | August 05, 2004 at 07:52 AM
anytime you are in D.C., Jane, you will get such VIP treatment. but...yes, i'm clear across the country in our nations capital. unfortunately it is a gay bar...BUT...one of our employees is straight...i know he is because we've all tried to get him in bed and we all failed. although he did make out with a transexual one night. that was pretty funny. but he's straight...and very good looking. he looks like colin ferral but younger. i think he's 22.
Posted by: matt | August 05, 2004 at 12:02 AM
What a great flashback this would make!!! And good job on taking down the skinny bitch!
I will write to feedback everyday until GGD gets picked up for more episodes. (Well, at least once a week.)
Posted by: L-Boogie | August 04, 2004 at 11:33 PM
matt,
ouch, a bitch slap sounds painful. although i wrote 'whack' mine was more of a 'thunk' on the side of my head. where do you work? what bar? is it in LA? can i come in? i love bars!
xo,
j
Posted by: jane | August 04, 2004 at 03:48 PM
dearest Jerry:
thanks for being a fan. GGD isn't picked up for more episodes yet; but if you'd like to tell oxygen that you wanna see more shows, PLEASe send a quick line to:
[email protected]
xo!
jane
Posted by: jane | August 04, 2004 at 03:47 PM
i love a good bar fight. the closest i've come was getting bitch slapped by a crazy. long story, and who knew getting slapped actually hurt. i couldn't hit back, unfortunately, because i'm the manager of the bar and that wouldn't set a good example for the children i babysit (read: employees)
Posted by: matt | August 04, 2004 at 02:29 PM
I love the show. Is it being picked up for more episodes?
Posted by: Jerry | August 04, 2004 at 01:18 PM