Coffee. 6am. We didn’t get into bed until 3am. Still, it’s impossible to sleep. Perhaps coffee after midnight just doesn’t work. Spent early part of day in Malibu swapping out locks, preparing for visitors. Trimming the over grown canopy of Bougainvillea leading to the top apartment. After a week of intensive organization I am making headway with downstairs and this autumn Louis will come and paint everything cream and clean.
It was good to have Andrew help me clean both apartments. He is incredibly thorough and dependable. It’s fun hanging out with him. Yet, saying this I also miss you-know-who who may never call enough for my liking. It’s odd to have your heart so evenly split between two so very different men. He is on the East coast making sense of his new him and I am here with Andrew on the West making sense of mine.
The closer we get to going to Europe the more peaceful I become. I am going home.
So, I had this invitation for the Warhol opening at Jared’s gallery on Sunset. I really had no intention of leaving the house but Ryan called and insisted that I come join him so I dragged myself into my new Nantucket reds and set sail for the social high seas.
Prism is a huge cave of a gallery that only the son of a billionaire could possible own. There were very poorly guarded yet beautifully hung Warhol’s and several hundred frantic club kids drinking free wine and beer, not paying the slightest attention to the art. Very skinny girls and very pretty boys, I am glad I was with Andrew as he was, by far, the prettiest of them all. He was wearing a pair of lively patterned Comme des Garcons pants and a simple black tee-shirt and looked divine. The little dog was wearing a wagwear collar. We chatted with Sharon Osbourne for a little while but when she realized I was British-or perhaps realized who I was-she affected this weird accent and became decidedly odd, testy.
We ate dinner at the Chateau with other friends and ended up at Soho House where I spotted Bryan Singer with a gaggle of frat boys. Robert Downey Jr and I had the briefest of chats and by midnight I was fully engaged with my old and abandoned social life. I sat with my Australian friend Peter S for a good hour remembering Sydney leaving Ryan and Andrew at the bar drinking stout.
You know I spent a rainy week on Fire Island with Bryan Singer years ago when I was with Jamie. I have nothing to report about that week other than to say it was before I got sober. A blur of interminable drinking.
Ryan and I discussed just how distracting LA can be. How one can achieve absolutely nothing yet feel as if one has had a full and accomplished day.
Poor Soho House are having a terrible time placating their near neighbors and the beautiful restaurant has to be cleared at midnight for noise pollution reasons. I really can’t imagine that you can hear much of Soho House from the street over the traffic or the other noisy clubs/restaurants but people seem compelled to complain and bitch and moan about almost everything and anything all the time.
It was fun going out although I felt incredibly tired by 2.30am and eager for my bed. I used to live this sort of life every night in LA and I could once again if I could be bothered. It’s just so tiresome being ‘on’ or being me and since making the show there is the added element that people know rather too much about my life ahead of meeting me. Too much for comfort.
This morning I have to meet John for breakfast, our Saturday morning pre-therapy ritual.
I heard a great deal of damning gossip about Kay and Amanda but may have to hold off reporting this until another time.
5 replies on “Sharon Osbourne”
I Ame glad you had e good evening.it must be nice to go home soon,leave the superficial and reunite with friends and family maybe find yoursel, much of love Duncan
I Ame glad you had e good evening.it must be nice to go home soon,leave the superficial and reunite with friends and family maybe find yourself, much of love Duncan
Hi,
If Sharon Osborne acted snooty b/c you were in that show, you didn’t do anything wrong on there. She was on a reality show too and I’m sure people know a lot of her linen, too. Maybe she never actually watched that show, just knew you were on a show called “Sex Rehab.” I don’t know, but lots of people have been victims of terrible things, you were just braver and more honest than some people would be. And if you run into her again, just think her hubby ate the heads off live bats!
Have a nice weekend!
Duncan,
Coffee after midnight… I would say that it depends on whether it’s just regular old coffee or one of those expresso laced incendiary devices. LOL And how sensitive you are to caffeine. If I haven’t indulged for a while, even decaf makes me jittery. Maybe it was all the energy from a crowd of people that had your wires humming.
As for Sharon Osborne, did you ever think that it may not be Sex Rehab but just that you’re a bit intimidating? I mean you were described as “scary brilliant” There are people who attend events just to schmooze and not necessarily to have an intellectual conversation. Unless she was nasty to you — in which case, I’m on your side — I have to say that I pretty much like what I’ve seen of her. On “America’s Got Talent”, she approved a carnie sideshow group that Howie Mandel described as “the Addams family on acid”. People in the audience were putting their hands over their eyes and watching through spread fingers and then clapping and yelling approval. It was a hoot.
I’m glad that you went out. It sounds like you had fun. Why do you feel that you have to be “on” though? So what if people know you — or think they do — through Sex Rehab? You were open, honest, funny, heart breaking, caring, snarky and always authentic. You don’t need to put on a show for anyone. Besides, I thought that you were over all that. Right?
Most of all, I’m glad that you are feeling more and more peaceful.
Blessings,
Amanda
What Amanda says is probably right. Since you’re both English she probably is aware of all those awards you won. She might very well have been in awe of you.