It could get better than this, but my karma is not that good.

Last week began with a Snoop Dogg show at Teddys and ended with the 15th Anniversary Victoria Secret party at Trousdale - both events sucked but each made for an amazing night. Really, it doesn’t matter where you are in the world as long as you’re with your friends.

I’m not sure how the Snoop concert came about, I just got a text as 11pm requesting that I get my ass to the Roosevelt asap, and that the entire hotel was a hot mess. I arrived as a caravan of LAPD cars and a fire truck began blocking off Hollywood Blvd, I was probably the last one in before club doors were shut for the night. The usual crowd showed up, rockstars and actors and rich kids, but also hundreds of random people filling the lobby while a few DJs warmed up with hip-hop sets… and something about Star Wars I guess, storm troopers patrolled the hallways and a dude in a darth vader costume did some shit with a light stick on stage, there was an Adidas logo too. Anyway, met up with Ivey and Hanna and danced and partied for a few hours before Snoop finally walked on stage around 1am. The crowd went wild as he grabbed the mic, but before speaking a word the fire marshall hit the lights and shut off the sound, the party was over. As everyone pushed for the exits Ivey, Hanna, and I headed for the basement, we were rushing out the back as Lindsay Lohan was rushing towards us with kind of a bitchy face but a pretty sweet Ashish “SAME OLD CHIC” sequin dress, Ivey and I looked at each other and in unison looked back at her to shout, “She doesn’t even go here!”  It was kind of hilarious, possibly the best part of the night. Sucked that we didn’t get to see Snoop but we had a lot of fun.

A few random parties and things Tuesday and Wednesday, then the Victoria Secret party Thursday. Some typical list drama at the event and nobody really seemed like they wanted to be there, it was much less fun than the average Tuesdays or Fridays so Victoria and I headed to Drais. Got upstairs, grabbed a cabana, and saw a few friends. I hadn’t got a “hi” out before turning around to see Victoria rip off her shirt and dive into the pool… I didn’t ask why, I just tore off my pants and cannonballed in after her. I don’t think the bottle-buying douchebags or the stone-faced bouncers knew what to make of it, but we were having a blast, we always do. Life’s fun if you can make fun of yourself.

In Fear & Loathing, HST says, “there was a certain bent appeal in the notion of running a savage burn on one Las Vegas hotel, and then just wheeling across town and checking into another.” Replace Vegas hotel with Hollywood hot spot and that pretty much sums it up.