We went over to The Standard on the Strip afterwards to meet up with her friend, Jason, and his roommate Bill. I’ve never met Bill but Sarita’s told me that Bill’s a model who looks exactly like Justin Timberlake. So when he walked through the door, I knew it was him…he looks EXACTLY like Justin Timberlake. I mean, EXACTLY. Same fresh style and everything. It was hard not to stare. Apparently, he gets mistaken quite a bit which is good for him and his potential sex life with drunk teenagers.
First of all, that was my first time actually having a drink at The Standard. I’ve looked around before, but have never been in the lounge that’s hidden behind the restaurant. I christened the lounge “The Cheesedick Lounge.” You have to see it to believe it. It’s cheesy and looks like the set of a USA made-for-TV movie, which looks distinctly like a cokehead’s haven. And all the guys in there looked incredibly sleazy and fairly European. I don’t think I’ll be going back.
Some random things:
-at dinner yesterday, Sarita kept getting Happy Birthday phone calls. So when my mom called, I decided to mess around. Conversation as follows:
I answer the phone (note: I have a loud restaurant in the background).
JULIA (seductively): So…what are you wearing?”
MOM: HELLO????
JULIA (seductively): What are you wearing?
MOM: WHAT? WHERE AM I GOING?
JULIA: No. What are you wearing?
MOM: WHAT DO I WEIGH????
JULIA: WHAT. ARE. YOU. WEARING.
MOM: WHAT AM I WEARING?
JULIA: YES.
MOM: Um…orange shirt…an orange t-shirt. Black gym pants. I just got back from the gym. Why?
JULIA: I’m just kidding. I was trying to be sexy.
MOM: WHAT?
JULIA: I WAS TRYING TO BE SEXY.
MOM: WHAT?
JULIA: Nevermind.
-I drove by the French Connection store yesterday, and thought, they should come out with a unisex line called, the Metrosexual Edition. So the t-shirts would say, “FCUK ME”