Thank you Ellen...

Spoke too soon...

After a week of eagerly anticipating tonight's episode of Cashmere Mafia, I'm sad to say I was completely and utterly disappointed.

First, Caitlin and Alicia didn't appear on screen until 45 minutes into the episode. 45 minutes! Lucy Liu's character had a date with a brain surgeon, bumped into her sexist ex-fiancee, and dealt with a nipple crisis before the lesbians appeared on screen together.

Second, when they finally did appear in a scene together (all 15 seconds of it)... they were at a lesbian shower! How stereotypical can you get?! Note to ABC: Not all lesbians want a baby and marriage after one month of dating. Some of us want cats too!

And last but not least, Caitlin goes back to men... and not just any man... a man who doesn't lock a public bathroom door when he pees. Gross.

Next week's episode better show Caitlin and Alicia moving in together, shopping for a duvet set, and adopting a Chinese kid... or else I'm done with this show!

Cashmere Mafia

Dammit, I swore to myself I wouldn't get addicted to any new shows! Mostly because I'm moving in a few months, and I probably won't have the luxury of cable (damn my parents for spoiling me) but also because I'm not sure how long the WGA strike will last and I hate (hate, hate, hate) cliffhangers and this strike will basically leave us all with mid-season cliffhangers!

But alas, I heard about Cashmere Mafia and curiosity got the best of me. Basically what I heard was "blah blah... Sex and the City... blah blah... hot blonde... blah blah... lesbian..." Enough said; I'm already hooked. I watched the first three episodes this weekend and now I'm pathetically addicted. How addicted am I? I dedicated a whole friggin' post on how addicted I am... you take a guess.

So where am I going with this post? Nowhere really. I just wanted to share how golden this show is (Yes, I said golden... where my Juno fans at?!). It's funny, sassy, and has Bonnie Somerville playing a hot lesbian. Need I say more?

Caitlin and Alicia

PS: I'm starting a lesbian mafia so we can stroll into a club to this song. Who's in?!

I love you but I'm not in love with you

... what???

So twice now (count 'em... twice!) I've had a girl say to me "I love my girlfriend but I'm not in love with her." Uh huh... what???

What does that mean exactly? Does that mean I should ask you out? No, because you have a girlfriend... but you just told me you're not in love with her... so does that mean you want me to ask you out without really telling me to ask you out?

Again... what?!?

Pink Taco

Coworker 1: I ate at Pink Taco last night.

Coworker 2: Pink Taco?
Coworker 1: Yeah, Pink Taco. Get it?
Coworker 2: No.
Coworker 1: Rae gets it.
Me: Get what?
Coworker 1: Pink Taco.
Me: Yeah, but I wish I got it more often ;P

Oh my Laurel!

Call me crazy... but I braved the rain, flash floods, and the long lines to attend the premiere party for The L Word at The Factory last night.

The event was sponsored by the Human Rights Campaign so it made sense when I heard about the suggested $20 donation. Now, I understand it's a non-profit organization so most of their funding comes from donations, but my problem was how they collected these so-called "donations". A man literally stood in your way at the entrance to collect your "donation" and he didn't ask "Would you like to donate to HRC?" No no friends, he said "Hand me your $20." Hand you my $20?! Wait a minute homie, is this a donation or a cover charge?! I guess that's what happens when non-profits exist in Hollywood :(

Aside from that rocky start, the event itself was pretty interesting. My friends and I had to down a few Heinekens to drown out the teeny boppers screaming "Marry me Shane!" but it was very cool to see the whole cast and of course the beautiful Laurel Holloman (swoon). Before the episode screening, each of the girls spoke about the show, gay rights, and HRC, and the fans just went wild with their cameras. After that experience, I can seriously understand why Britney Spears went insane. (All those flashes can't be good for your brain.)

So I'm happy to report that all of the girls are even more beautiful in person and they're all extremely sweet. Mia kept turning around so people could take her picture (that made me hate Jenny a lil less), and Rachel signed autographs and even took pics with some of the audience members (that made me want Helena even more). The one odd (yet sadly funny thing of the night) was the girl behind me who kept yelling for Marlee (Jodi) to turn around. She yelled maybe 3-4 times for Marlee but she finally gave up and said "That bitch won't turn around." Being the good citizen that I am, I turned around and informed the girl "Sweetie, that bitch is deaf..."

I lost my number. Can I have yours?

It took me a whole week to recuperate from New Year's Eve but dammit, it was worth it!

Much like Las Vegas, Patron was my drink of choice but this time I steered clear of straight boys (although I doubt there were any straight boys there that night). As midnight approached, I downed another shot or two to numb away the reality of being single and dateless on New Year's Eve, but much to my surprise, I still managed to get a midnight kiss (or two... or three).

But by far, the best highlight of the night was dancing with a certain Glendale girl I've been eyeing for a few months. The biggest disappointment of the night was when she said she was in a relationship. Bummer.

Overall, GirlBar was a fantastic way to ring in the new year. Lil bit of dancing, lil bit of kissing, and a whole lot of alcohol. Cheers 2008!

New Year's Eve

My first New Year's back in Los Angeles, and I thought I'd celebrate it at GirlBar!

I'm hoping it'll be fun, but GirlBar has been disappointing me lately. Their choice of techno songs has been killing my buzz; thus, driving me over to TruckStop. They have a fantastic mix of hip hop and pop but gets waaay too crowded.

Note to you ladies: If you're planning on drinking an ungodly amount of alcohol, please don't wear stilettos! Poor souls like me get stepped on and eventually get smushed when you topple over. No bueno ladies, no bueno at all.

So anyways, GirlBar. New Year's Eve. Me. Woot! :D

I fell off the gay wagon

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas... right???

I know. I know. One must never speak of their shameless debauchery in Sin City, but where's the fun in that?! I say: drink an ungodly amount of alcohol, indulge yourself in lewd acts, then post those incriminating pics on MySpace! But since there are no pics (at least I hope there aren't), this blog will do...

I'm not sure if it was the Patron, the Las Vegas hype, or the straight club I was at... but during my trip, I made out with guy(s) -- sadly, I think it was more than one guy (hangs head in shame). Needless to say, I was thrown for a loop the morning after. I started to question my sexuality again... Am I bi now? Am I attracted to men? Was it just a one-time thing? How much alcohol did I drink?!

Afterwards, I spoke with my best friend Nat (aka Dr. Phil) and she basically stated the obvious: sexuality is fluid (much props to Shane for your lesbian wisdom). And it's true, I will cross blurry lines and run into gray areas, but sexuality should not be a defining trait of who I am. It's such a simple concept but man, wouldn't life be so much easier if it's black and white?! But then again, black and white is so dull compared to... a rainbow! (that's quite queer of me to say)

So yes, I fell off the gay wagon this weekend but I'm not ashamed. Maybe I'm just a real big fan of kissing? Hello, my name is Rae and I'm a kissaholic ;*

Spreading the Christmas queer

Well I'll be damned... gay Christmas cards!

Front of the card:

"I'm sending you this card NOT just because it's Christmas..."

Inside the card:

"Licking the stamp was the closest thing to sex I've had in quite a while."