los Angeles, CA

I woke this morning feeling good and called my mom (Happy Mother’s day mom!) who is still on tour (She is in Monte Carlo now). I wished her a very happy mother’s day, sent her lots of love and jumped out of bed to start my Sunday!

I LOVE SUNDAYS!!

The sun had not yet broken thru the morning mist and so I bundled up in my sweatpants and Ugg boots and had a mellow, low-key morning. I walked peanut, had a little breakfast (Just a hard boiled egg, vitamins and OJ for me) and hung out around the house.

When the sun finally broke through the clouds, I did a quick costume change (bikini, mini skirt and heels… the proper attire for a Hollywood pool party) and hopped in my car. I swooped up Samantha and we headed out to meet Kim C. for brunch. We decided on the Belmont (on La Cienega), which is known for its make your own Bloody Mary bar (I don’t like Bloody Marys, but it did sound like fun). I ate a breakfast burrito with extra salsa (YUM!). The girls made Bloody Marys (I think it taste like spicy, cold tomato soup in a glass. YUCK!). Kim loved hers with grey goose, V8 juice, lemon and no spice. Sam hated hers with grey goose, V8, worschischire sauce, garlic, oregano, and who knows what else. She traded her nasty concoction in for a mimosa. When we were all good and full, we headed to the Roosevelt Hotel (The HOT Sunday pool party hosted my Kevin Todd… a nice promoter who lets us into his parties :)

I absolutely love to hang by the pool bikini clad and surrounded my beautiful people (doesn’t hurt to have a mimosa in hand too)! The DJ spun cool tunes, as we chatted with hot guys, poolside regulars and friends. Gorgeous gals in bikinis and stilettos strutted around the pool (Only in LA do you wear heels with your bikini to the pool… but it does make your legs look much longer and leaner ;) The time passes too quickly at the pool and soon enough it was time to head to the Kardashian’s for a Mother’s Day barbeque (By accident, I forgot my credit card at the bar. Guess I would have to return later to retrieve it).

Since our mom was away, the Kardashian’s took Evan and I in for the day (Love the Kardashian’s! They are such a close-knit family like my own. I think that’s why we get along so well… plus they are all so nice and fun). I arrived just as the appetizers and mimosas where being served (perfect timing!!) I presented the mom of the hour with fresh farmer’s market flowers (Never show up at a party empty handed) then headed straight to the 7-layer Mexican dip and tortilla chips. After some chatting with Brittney Gastineau and her mom, I donned a tutu (I love embracing my inner ballerina) with Kim’s little sisters and danced around the house (I’m a bit of a kid at heart and I LOVE playing with her sisters). We sat and chowed on yummy salads, veggie pasta, chicken, steak, delicious garlic bread, (I can feel my waist line expanding just writing about it).

Before all the cakes and cobbler’s were served, I made a quick getaway (I don’t know how to say no to good food and I could feel my stomach about to explode ;) I headed back down the 101 to Hollywood to meet up with the girls who had moved the party from the Roosevelt pool to Cabo Cantina on Sunset (It may not be the classiest joint, but we love Cabo’s two for one happy hour!) I arrived to the crowded bar and the girls were already wasted and talking to some very terrible guys.

After waiting 30 minutes in line for the bathroom, getting bumped into and spilled on one to many times, it was time to head out. We said our goodbyes and headed outside to wait for our car’s at valet. Out the door followed the two terrible, drunken men who Kim and Sam had been hanging with and who had obviously thought that buying a girl drinks means you are going to get lucky. They started yelling, cussing and calling Kim and Sam very not nice names (This is not a classy way at all to end a super fun Sunday and definitely unfit for a SOCIALITE). I got in the car, as did the girls who gave the crazy men some cash to try to appease them (which it didn’t). They continued to shout and get up into our friend Carl’s face which led to pushing and spitting (Gross!) and banging on the hood of my car (Don’t touch my car!)

A bit of wild, anger over took me and I got out of my car yelling at the crazed mad men who proceeded to spit in my direction (NO WAY! Now this is trouble) I yelled to Carl to get in the car and shoved the guy out of the way and got back in but he grabbed my hand and squeezed it SO hard (I thought he had broken my fingers, but luckily they are fine) Security FINALLY came out and got the guys out of the way of the car so we could escape.

My heart was still racing. I was still irate and confused about how I got in the middle of it at all. I dropped off Carl and the gals and returned to the Roosevelt to get my stupid credit card from the pool bar. Luckily, I bumped into my friend Austin who was an angel and iced my hand as I cried on his shoulder.

How can such a nice SUNDAY end so badly?