52 Weekends

SATC and Film Festival

2007-08-29T23:22:00.000-07:00

Gossip and good friends at Abby's house ...

Later that night, a party sponsored by Playboy's new energy drink ...

The next day came a round of movies at the Short Film Festival, including Jennifer Aniston's directorial debut during the "Ster Power" program.

Another set of filmmaker parties lasted into the wee hours.

Hey!

2007-08-24T16:53:00.000-07:00

I'll start posting again soon, I promise.

There was one weekend in there where I didn't take any photos, and it threw me completely off track.

But now, camera in hand, I'm ready to shoot again.

Memorial Day Weekend

2007-05-30T17:45:00.000-07:00

A lot of photos were taken this weekend, what with the parties, the adorable kiddies, the bands and the shoe shopping ...

Wine Woman

2007-05-21T13:33:00.000-07:00

It's delicious when you can wake up in the morning and have nothing but a full day of wine tasting ahead of you.

On the way home, I picked up a celebratory eclair for Jason, who spent all afternoon taking his teaching certification tests. The eclair looked more like a creamy loaf -- I swear it weighed five pounds.

With fork and knife in hand, Jason whittled away at it throughout the weekend, and he's still only about halfway through it.

Cocktails with friends. A girl's night of giggling and music and gossip. Espresso martinis and Billie Holiday.

And then there was an afternoon of lazing around with a cat who scratches himself of a bottle of 2003 reserve petite sirah.

Bowling/Pool Party

2007-05-14T17:17:00.000-07:00

Saturday night: A going-away party at the bowling alley.

The lady at the shoe rental counter told me that she used to be 5-foot 10-inches with a size 10 shoe. Then, last year, she shrunk two inches in height and her shoe grew a size. Now she's 5-foot 8-inches with size 11 feet.

"I'm growing out!" she said.

I wonder what would happen if everybody grew that way, slowly sliding into the sidewalk, until we're nothing but short, wide puddles.

Sunday afternoon: Pool party at the Viceroy Palm Springs. A DJ played house music, and slick, oiled gay men frolicked in their Speedos. I sucked down one cocktail -- a mango rum, pineapple juice, tonic concoction tagged with a "tini" -- then switched to lemon water. The citrus taste was so sharp and so pointed, it made my throat raw.

A set of tiny twins splashed around in the pool. They left one of their toys behind, and it floated away into the deep end.