Hanging out with Londyn is a crazy whirlwind of Hollywood beautiful people and going to more parties in one night than many people go to in a year. The highest count so far? Sixteen. Yes sixteen parties in one day. Starting with a brunch at Chateau Marmont for a an actor the studio hopes will get nominated for an Oscar this year, then three pool parties, four film/TV/fashion/music cocktail parties at a variety of trendy venues, two evening parties in Hollywood Hills mansions, two late parties at hot clubs, and finally four after parties at more mansions and trendy super secret after hours clubs and didn't make it home till 2:00PM the next day...
You'd think I'd be sick of these parties by now. Even pre-Londyn, I was going to many on my own from my press contacts and well, because I'm a young girl and considered pretty, I get invited to a ridiculous amount of parties. Although I don't feel young anymore. I'm 26 going on 40. Sometimes I really get Londyn's been there/done that attitude, but at least I pretend like I'm having fun. Although it's getting harder and harder with these sleazy old guys promising to make me a star if I sleep with them. I tell them I'm not even an actress, I'm a reporter. And they say, they can make me a star reporter. Get me on ET or EW. Get me in with Ryan Seacrest. I really doubt these guys have ever even met Seacrest. One guy I was talking to got kicked out of the party by security mid-sentence. They said he was a party-crasher. What else is new...
Funny, as bored as Londyn pretends to be at these things, she's obsessed with them. No sooner than do we get to one party, she asks "Where's the next party." That's like her mantra. "Where's the next party? Where's the next party?" Thank god she has her own limo and driver. We'd never get to all these parties if we had to look for parking at them all... And poor Candi. I'm afraid she's going to get eaten up by this town. She believes everything these guys tell her. Someones going to hurt her. Badly. She's going to lose her ever-smiling sweet innocent disposition and become hard and jaded like so many other girls. Like me. Like Londyn. When you're young and beautiful in Hollywood, you get shoved into this VIP decadent sordid world where normal laws and rules don't apply. Most guys never see this world unless they're very wealthy, famous or powerful. But young beautiful girls are always invited. But it's still never been exposed. Most of the girls are not bright enough to write about it, but I am. Maybe I should write a novel.
On another note, weird things are starting to happen. The other day Candi told us about this dream she had involving aliens and as she was telling it, I suddenly got a chill and this feeling that I had the exact same dream. Or that it really happened. Which is impossible of course. Or is it?
You'd think I'd be sick of these parties by now. Even pre-Londyn, I was going to many on my own from my press contacts and well, because I'm a young girl and considered pretty, I get invited to a ridiculous amount of parties. Although I don't feel young anymore. I'm 26 going on 40. Sometimes I really get Londyn's been there/done that attitude, but at least I pretend like I'm having fun. Although it's getting harder and harder with these sleazy old guys promising to make me a star if I sleep with them. I tell them I'm not even an actress, I'm a reporter. And they say, they can make me a star reporter. Get me on ET or EW. Get me in with Ryan Seacrest. I really doubt these guys have ever even met Seacrest. One guy I was talking to got kicked out of the party by security mid-sentence. They said he was a party-crasher. What else is new...
Funny, as bored as Londyn pretends to be at these things, she's obsessed with them. No sooner than do we get to one party, she asks "Where's the next party." That's like her mantra. "Where's the next party? Where's the next party?" Thank god she has her own limo and driver. We'd never get to all these parties if we had to look for parking at them all... And poor Candi. I'm afraid she's going to get eaten up by this town. She believes everything these guys tell her. Someones going to hurt her. Badly. She's going to lose her ever-smiling sweet innocent disposition and become hard and jaded like so many other girls. Like me. Like Londyn. When you're young and beautiful in Hollywood, you get shoved into this VIP decadent sordid world where normal laws and rules don't apply. Most guys never see this world unless they're very wealthy, famous or powerful. But young beautiful girls are always invited. But it's still never been exposed. Most of the girls are not bright enough to write about it, but I am. Maybe I should write a novel.
On another note, weird things are starting to happen. The other day Candi told us about this dream she had involving aliens and as she was telling it, I suddenly got a chill and this feeling that I had the exact same dream. Or that it really happened. Which is impossible of course. Or is it?
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