Woke up in the morning feeling like P. Diddy…no wait, those were the Ke$ha lyrics stuck in my head from the night before. It was my birthday. I actually just edited a shoot and worked on some production stuff for an album packaging shoot I’m doing in New Orleans next week.
I took a lunch break and texted a couple of friends who skipped my birthday party. I said I had missed them, but I really just wanted them to feel guilty. I think it worked. When I got back to editing I noticed a Direct Message (that’ll be funny to look back on one day) inviting me to a BMI holiday party. For some reason, I thought it was from an employee at Warner Brothers, not BMI, and subsequently expected it to be a WB event. It got really confusing when the two women I mixed up were both at the party later.
My friend Jason and I went to the party. It took a while to figure out if we were at the right place or not because the door guy kept insisting there wasn’t a WB party happening… I typically don’t drink, but once we got inside I desperately needed something to numb my ears from the super loud DJ. The drinks were great, and so was the food. It was especially awesome trying to figure out how I confused the two womens’ twitter names. At some point in the night someone yelled that there was an “Industry Mixer” down the street later, and that I should go. They were wrong. I shouldn’t have. On the way out of the mixer we walked past a restaurant called Pink Taco, and I asked 1 of 20 or so paparazzi what was going on there. The gentleman told me it was an afterparty for Aerosmith, so we went in. It was a blast, and Steven Tyler looks a ton like my grandma. There was a man dressed as Jesus, a lot of friends, and Johnny Depp. I’m a big fan of his.
Three Last Things…
1. What’s up with you crashing parties? Do you do this often?
No. I normally don’t just walk up on big after parties, but I happened to know the magic words for that particular one. Also, I think it should be noted that, during a party, if you shout at someone about another event, it’s considered a formal invitation.
2. Do you remember the first photo you took where thought, “Wow, I can make a career from this.” How did you know?
There was this girl named Mae on myspace that I was super into, and that motivated me to have better photos of myself. My friends and I then started doing regular photo shoots of each other after that. She’s my wife now so, I figure I did alright.
3. How DO you think P. Diddy feels when he wakes up?
You really stumped me with this one. I’ve been sitting here trying to think of an answer and I’ve got nothing. Rich? What do you think?