Georgia (and YOU) on my mind.

I know. I KNOW. Lame times in Camp Sensation. But I promise it's because my life has been filled to the brim with MARVELOUS and GLAMOROUS things like watching TV with Leah for hours on end writing for the glossies and going to contemporary art fairs to network with editors. Really my life is just endlessly fabulous.

Okay, okay. So I do spend most of my time watching TV with Leah and composing brilliant and ribald emails to Rivers (he gets my best work), but I find my life very fulfilling so don't judge.

But something genuinely big did happen last week. I had my first Blog Date. Now lest you get this confused with one of my Normal Dates, one in which I fail horribly at connecting with an individual of the opposite sex, this was a Blog Date, one in which we meet because we are mutual Blog Fans and our meeting would only collectively increase our awesomeness.

And points for us because we were so totally right. The situation, like all introductions made via the interweb, had the potential to go horribly awry, but this was all I dreamed of and MORE.

Georgia Hardstark: You are the bees knees.

I started reading Georgia's blog back in October and immediately took a shine to her because the first post I read was about Halloween costumes and how she wanted to go as Diane Lane from "Ladies and Gentlemen: The Fabulous Stains".



I mean, hello? Holy hotness! I have long held the belief that if I had more moxy and less lazy coursing through my veins, I would totally rock this as a daily look. (And for the record, Nights in Rodanthe excepting, Diane Lane is perfection.)

Reading her posts I always felt like we should run in the same circles. We seemed to haunt the same hoods and have the same aspirations (snarky writer-ing, indie music-making, general hotness). When she posted cute pics of her apartment recently, I broke down and emailed her directly because, well, we all know Clover has had some issues this past year with LA apartments. And it turned out she lives in the same building as one of my favorite people in the whole world, Flipit, my TVgasm editor, making it a building I frequent at least once a week during my recap seasons. I mean, this isn't a small town. It's not a typical discovery.

So we decided it was pretty much time to booze, and as of press time, we have now had two fantastic Blog Dates that have covered hipster drinking spots in Silverlake, Echo Park and Atwater Village. Both have included manic talking, impressive drinking and discussions of writing careers, boys, starting bands, the fact that we do know all the same people, boys, and DODGEBALL. That's right, fools. Georgia is a dodgeball bad ass and in two weeks, I'm joining her team. (Among other things I learned this week, the thought of me getting blasted in the face with a dodgeball is something people would like to see.)

And in summary, I now want to have more Blog Dates. I want to for real meet Laurie and Chris and Kiala and Jimmy and Aine and, well, there are so many of you that I wish were a part of my daily world. Smart, clever people that I know would have lots of fun making trouble with me in this here Hollywoodland. (Nico and Bex, you really have no excuse.)

Okay. Enough schmaltzy talk for one year. But yeah this week I vow to be better about the blog post reading and writing and commenting. I totally shirked last week. But I had no choice. My Bloody Valentine 3-D had to be watched by me.