#305.
11-04-06 LA CA: 2213 hrs. I went to a function tonight. It
was the Swindle Magazine celebration for their Icons issue. I went
because it was a Shepard Fairey thing and he did a lot of the artwork
on the IFC show and he’s a very talented artist and a good guy
so I went out of respect and to thank him for all that because chances
are I am not going to run into him any other way. So I went to the
Roosevelt Hotel and went to the suite where the thing was happening.
I talked to Shepard for a few minutes and talked to some of the other
guests for a little while and then after 90 minutes when dinner was
about to be served, I couldn’t do it any more so I told Shepard
thanks and left. The people there were very cool but it really isn’t
my scene so I left before I was seated at a table in a situation that
would take awhile to get out of. It was a relief to be out of there.
I hope I didn’t offend Shepard. I heard some interesting points
of view from two women I was talking with. They were my age and were
telling me that they prefer twenty-something year old guys. I asked
them why and one said that there’s not much difference in the
maturity of males in their 20’s and their 40’s so you
might as well hang out with the ones who don’t have a gut, man
boobs, are balding and who last longer in bed. Wow! Makes me think
of that Minutemen song, Shit You Hear At Parties. So, that was my
Saturday night in hipster LA.