The Graduate Blog: A Turn For The Gay

I'm not sure what my teenage self would have done with this information:

Yesterday a girl friended me on Facebook, saying "Lovely to meet you at the Lesbian Easter BBQ!" It took me a moment to place her, namely because I had hit up two Lesbian Easter BBQs that day. And in between the BBQs I had a lesbian lunch. The strange thing was that it did not occur to me until that Facebook message how gay my life has become. 

And you know what? It's pretty fantastic.

First, the two parties were fucking awesome. The first was at an artist's house in Eagle Rock. There were about 6 million pastries (and also lesbians), two freakishly cute dogs and OH YEAH the cool artist had her studio in the back. Which she let me PLAY IN!! And by play in I mean look at all the stuff she was working on and touch these really cool geodes she has all over the place.

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It was amazing. She totally has the life I want (if I could draw. Super-impose a writing room and meditation hut over her studio). She has an awesome house and studio, a really cool and hot gf, sweet tattoos (she is obviously not as deathly afraid of needles as I am), and the most interesting artwork and photographs covering the inside of her house (obviously this makes sense given she is a genius artist).

Party number two was, to say the least, spectacular. Unfortunately, having boozed a little too hard all weekend, I wasn't really in the mood for vodka shots, water-gun battles, and spash-pool mayhem (Obviously I did the shots anyway).

However, no kind of hangover could keep me from enjoying the scene: very cute half-naked girls  were running around squeaking, dancing, and eating shit as they frolicked on the grass the trying to shoot each other with water guns.

There was even an enormous bunny that was hopping around on a leash to celebrate Easter that belonged to an adorable girl whose name was very gay but I can no longer remember (Probably Jen. Or Jess. Or Donna).

Strangely enough, the way I ended up at this amazing house party was because a friend of my sister, Mai Lei, was in communication with them via Twitter and basically asked them to invite us over. Now I realize that this is perhaps not the most classy method to get an invitation. But it worked. And they were freaking awesome and now I want to be best friendsies with them until forever.

This makes me like Twitter a little more. Even though I do it for selfish reasons mostly relating to enjoying hearing myself talk, it's kind of nice to know that it can be help you get in contact with really cool people. On the flipside, it could probably also get you date-raped if you ended up meeting a stranger. Not really sure what my point is here.

Peace, Love, and Real-Live Easter Bunnies,

Ariel

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