… I don’t think that’s possible, given I’m about five-six inches shorter than most of them, but dangit, I’m going to hope.
Life has a great way of falling into place. Yesterday, as I was working, I was noticing there were a ton of models coming into the salon — not just any models. Victoria’s Secret angels; tall, lanky and beautifully exotic women coming in to get their salon services. Miranda Kerr had called to cancel her appointments, so obviously I knew something was up. Turns out it was the 15th Anniversary of the store’s soft-core porn swimsuit catalog and there was a rousing party at this quarter’s new hotspot, Trousdale.
“Oh, I’d love to go to that.” I wasn’t going to get off work until 7:30, so I figured my night included a turkey sandwich and a rousing night of Grey’s and The Office.
Until I got a magical text.
“Hey, do you want to go to a party with me and my friends tonight?”
It was from my friend Carl. I hadn’t seen him, literally, since the first time I met him, which was last August. Remember the infamous night with Katy Perry, Eve, John Mayer and Jason Segel?
He keeps going.
“It’s a Victoria’s Secret event.”
“At Trousdale.”
Alright. Sounds good! Nothing like checking out a bunch of models to motivate me to get a super hot bikini bod, not to mention I hadn’t see good ole Carlita in several months and I was desperate to make new friends. I didn’t know if these friends would be worth my time, and I’d soon be pleasantly surprised.
I haul butt home, freshen up, change, Skype with Stu and then head to Carl’s. Turns out his friends were nice, legit guys who weren’t weird and creepy like a majority of the men out here. Hell, I even took a shot with them before we left the house and I don’t do shots (we chased it with Red Bull — I DON’T DO REDBULL).
We hop in the car and all I know is that we’re going to pick up some people. Fair enough. We’re all talking about the Kansas State/Xavier game (I’m feeling pretty studly that I even have any idea what’s going on with basketball right now) when a guy hops in. It’s Josh Lucas! I have nothing but nice things to say – he was very friendly and nice and actually introduced himself to me, unlike almost everyone else I met that night.
Once at Trousdale, things got fun. Cade, Carl’s roommate, was running the event, so we got a table which was fab (even though it was an open bar – score!). I saw a ton of people there: Russell Brand (I see him so much, I might as well work for the man), Ben Lyons, Miranda Kerr, Cat Sadler, and Paris Hilton. I have to say that Paris is shorter than I thought. I always pictured her as this massively tall mythical figure and she’s actually probably four inches taller than me. Very thin, really pretty and she seemed to be having a good time.
Anyway, it was a blast and there wasn’t one girl there that wasn’t hot! It was a little intimidating! The DJ was awesome and the only thing missing was a dance floor.
I’m glad I’ve found some guy friends out here to hang out with. I miss that! I had that in high school but given the slim pickings at TCU, I never found a group of guys there that I really clicked with. I attribute that to the fact that way too many of them are okay wearing pastels and plaid shorts on a daily basis. 🙂