I attended my first music festival this past weekend. I wasn’t too sure what to expect. I thought I’d see a few shows, have a couple drinks, probably get a contact high if I ended up at the Sublime concert – but what I wasn’t prepared for was the bevy of life lessons Firefly threw my way in 3 days.
Why do girls go to the bathroom in groups? Or at least pairs? Because it’s safe.
My day celebrating LGTB (it’s an alphabet soup of sexuality!) in West Hollywood on June 14th started at a gay producer’s house in the Hollywood Hills. I was invited by a gay friend who’s currently attending the top producing program in the nation.
“EXCUSE ME! This is not representative of what it’s like to lose your virginity.”
Don’t get me wrong, freedom of speech is nice, and people seem to have strong feelings about the right to bear arms, but this is the real civil liberty we should be talking about.
It’s that time of year again – the time of year when you ask me if I’d like to go to the beach with you.
He/she will not stop crying. Nobody can even pinpoint the source of tears, it seems to be about everything. It runs the gamut from ex lover turmoil to just crying because the party ran out of Fireball.
You’ll be more spontaneous.
“There comes a time in every woman’s life when the only thing that helps is a glass of champagne.”
It always starts with just one drink.