What a fucking weekend. Outfest, World Cup, toga parties... ah, summer! Because I'm hungover (from Saturday, thank you...) and because I'm also
blogging elsewhere this week, I'm going to keep this short and blurby.
- Viva Italia! After watching Zinedine Zidane of France head-butt Marco Materazzi, any sympathy for the French team I had (admittedly, very little) evaporated. It was awesome to see Italy win, even if it was a PK (look at me with my thports talk!) situation. Watching the Italian team jump up and down for twenty minutes straight was great fun. I wonder how many Americans caught on to the World Cup this year. I, for one, loved it. The game truly is beautiful; fast, high intensity and requiring stamina that no American sport does. On top of that, the game is such a pressure cooker of intensity! Plus, well- there's Cristiano Ronaldo (pictured).
- My Burberry toga was a huge hit at my first toga party ever. That it was in a ridiculously exquisite Bel Air mansion with A-class art covering every available surface only added to the Mullholland Drive feel of the evening. Now I have four yards of Nova check cloth with no real purpose. I'm thinking of making a pair of knock-off Burberry shorts out of em. Any other ideas?
- Went to Universal CityWalk with the bf (he's amazing and that's all you need to know) to see Superman Returns in Imax 3D. Which was awesome. But, oh my God, CityWalk is the most horrific place on Earth. It's like Universal designed a place to hurt tourists- every line (lots of lines) is left exposed to the sun, the elevators go up when you want to go down and the walk through water fountain doesn't spray hyperactive adults who should know better when they dance in it.
- Ricotta and Pepperoni. Try it on your next pizza.
- I want a Scarpar.
What a fucking weekend. Outfest, World Cup, toga parties... ah, summer! Because I'm hungover (from Saturday, thank you...) and because I'm also blogging elsewhere this week, I'm going to keep this short and blurby.