Happy New Year's peeps!!
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Ok, let's get down to business. Justin Timberlake, junk in a box, Alpha Dog, Paris Hilton, and all.
Thanks to my lovely friend, silent stalker, and fellow Trojan, George Heller, I attended the Alpha Dog premiere and after party Wednesday night. George you are the bestest!! Fo realz.
The night started out marginally well. Or disastrous, whatevs. We were running way late, my shoes were killing me and slowing me down, we were constantly misdirected and didn't know where the hell to go, and in midst of the chaos, George informs me that my purse looked like a file-o-fax. While we were scurrying to get to our seats, and were by the way soooo late, we quite literally ran into Paris Hilton in the lobby with her sidekick of the night, Something Kardashian. Paris was lost too. We grabbed our movie treats and slid in the theater a wee bit late.
As far as the movie is concerned, I wasn't expecting anything. Just mucho glimpses of JT with his shirt off, hopefully. George gave me a quick synopsis in the ride over and I had no idea this was based on a true story. The movie is actually quite disturbing. Great cast, well acted, but really hard to watch. I guess it hits home because it happened not too long ago right here in LA.
I'm a crier at movies, and let me tell ya, I was a wreck after this one. I don't want to give anything away, however if you know the story, then it's no surprise. I physically could not handle some of it. And not because it was especially gory or bloody like a Scorcese film or anything. There are parts that are just difficult to sit through. I had to cover my eyes during one scene and was hysterically sobbing in my seat. It was so difficult to watch. Especially considering it's a true story. All of the girls in the bathroom afterwards were crying, and so I cried some more. Just to allay my extreme sadness from the movie, I told George the only thing that was going to make me feel better was seeing the boy who played the kidnapped victim, just so I could see that he was ok and alive. Then I could sleep better at night. I am a total nerd.
After my cryfest, we hopped on over to the after party. As we were walking around and came to the area where all of the stars and cast were, George says with extreme ease, "Ok let's go meet them". Word. I LOVE how comfortable and confident George is!! He is a rockstar.
First up was Lucas Haas. I saw him and sighed a little. George goes, "You wanna go talk to him? Come on." And he took me over to him. He started talking to him about his new project George knew about. Apparently George's sister is the art director of the film. It's ridiculous. George was so smooth and suave about it, and not at all that a-hole entertainment sheistery guy. Down to earth, breezy, funny, nice, and completely knowledgable about industry stuff all at the same time. Perfection! Now I will let him take me up to anyone to introduce!!
As a sidenote, you halfta check out Ben Foster in this movie. He was pheNOMenal in this. But he is always brilliant. Always perfect at playing that creepy, dark, disturbed freak. I love him.
Schmoozy George and I made the rounds, having so much fun star gazing, taking pics and trying to figure out who's been in what. I was on a quest to find the kid in the movie. The one who played the kidnapped boy.
As we walked around I caught the fortuitious glimpse that made this particular evening the best possible start of my 2007.
There he was. Mr. Futuresex/Lovesongs, former N'Sync-er, Omelette Ville master, Brit's ex (gross!), best SNL guest, and object of my deepest desires, Justin Timberlake. George goes up to him, initiates convo, we tell him how great he was in the movie, I think I fainted somewhere in there, and as I come to, we were snapping a photo as I was feeling him up super stealth style. He was so sweet, gracious, normal and humble. And ridiculously delicious.
Now, I have actually met JT a few times before. Once at a nightclub right when his first album came out. It was at A.D. circa '03, and we were in the VIP section with him, the That 70's Show cast, with a then skinny Britney chain smoking in a balcony above, donning a then possibly appropriate belly-shirt, that now would be absolutely heinous on her. I was dancing with him, and when his song came on he got embarrassed and sat down. So me being so totally lame says brazenly, "Don't try and be humble right now, enjoy it!" I am so gay. Whatever. I was 23 and had blonde highlights. Not my best year. Cut to '04 when my friend who was producing his Senorita video invited me to the set for the day. Met him then and he was super nice, hilarious and a total goof off. Then in '05 we were both waiting for CPK takeout, and he was being really impatient and quite rude as kids screamed in sugar-induced glee for his autograph. I'll forgive him for that though. Kids can be brats and plus they have snot all over them.
I feel T-Lake is at his height of fame right now, and therefore I was that much more giddy to see him. With Sexy Back, Dick in a Box, and Alpha Dog all a buzz, he's the man of the hour. So I guess I was just extra excited to meet him this time. And ladies, I totally grazed his back, touched his stomach, and felt his muy hot man bod all through that adorable sweater he was wearing. Hummina, hummina!!
As for Paris Hilton, I will refrain from saying anything bad about her only because she was very sweet, polite, and happy to take a pic. She literally had to pee in her pants and needed to flee to the ladies, but stopped to take a pic with me. So for that I will refrain from saying that she was totally lame, with an equally lame lapdog at her side. Instead I'll just say she's skinny with long hair.
Rounding out the night, I finally saw Anton Yelchin. The kidnapped boy, hooray! Who might possibly be the most adorable kid ever. We chatted, took a pic, and I exhaled in relief to see him in one piece. Again, I'm a total nerd.
Other honorable mentions of the night: Sharon Stone, John Voight, Lucas Haas, that kid from that show about that one boy band, Ben Foster, Olivia Wilde, ok basically the whole cast of the movie – go imdb it, and Quentin Tarantino. He was just a normal patron seeing another movie, but it was exciting to see him nonetheless.
JT is the man. We ALLLLLL have crushes on him, boy and girl alike. Whether you want to be him, dance with him, or molest him. He's the illest. Which is why it's so gratifying to know that the brilliant co-creator of Dick in a Box was sooooo nice, gracious, and happy to talk to anyone that approached him. It was so intimate and great, and he seems like the most normal guy ever. He did a great job in the movie, and I will continue to salivate over him and dance around my apartment to his jams.
So to answer everyone's question…no. JT did not put his junk in my box.
yet.
This is what i looked like in my seat during the entire movie.
YAY, he's ok!! Phew!!
a vintage clutch to me, a file-o-fax to George.
me and Paris
George is filing Marisa's purse now.
George: "What's with these crazy women's handbags these days?"
George informed me that usually the dates he brings to these things are pretty jaded. He had no idea he'd be saddled to giddy, boppy, me!! I always appreciate seeing the celebs. Lists A to D. Thanks George, I had the time of my life!
