Ford blogger event: parties are better with palm trees

I am in Los Angeles for the Ford blogger event (see previous post), staying in the legendary Roosevelt Hotel, in a cabana room right off the pool, and by "pool," I mean "expanse of water with a DJ stationed at one corner and around which people are sitting on swanky pool furniture and sort of dancing with their upper bodies to INXS' greatest hits."

It is fabulous.

However, the Ford Motor Company has flown a bunch of bloggers into LA ... and gotten them mostly too drunk to blog.

Carolyn Castiglia is with me (along with a couple of sketch comedians from Elephant Larry). If you give Carolyn enough free drinks, she says things like "Dude, that palm tree is fuckin' awesome.


Ford has hooked me up with booze and a porn cabana.
Thanks, blog readers, for making this dream possible!
LA is sweet. How does anyone get any work done here?
How is everyone not pulling a Lindsay Lohan?
New to-do list: buy hybrid SUV, LA apartment,
fake tits, home tanning bed, coke habit.
I've been informed that the minibar is fair game. Ooh, now the DJ is playing Justin Timberlake! I'm going to sleep with my balcony door open ... it will be as though I have passed out at the party, except on a cushy hotel bed, next to a porno-style faux bearskin rug.

My hotel room looks like what a porn set would look like if pornos had bigger budgets and more taste, and were also set simultaneously in the seventies and in the future, and next to beaches ... in space.

Off to wash down a $9 Dean and Delucca Rice Krispie Treat with Veuve Cliquot,
Jen