I moved back to Sunny Los Angeles

Sorry I haven't updated in awhile. I've been really busy. I just got done moving back to LA from Louisville, Ky and to anyone thinking about doing the drive I'd think again. It's long and boring. The drive cross country took 43 hours. I never stopped for a hotel whenever I felt tired I'd pull over and sleep in my driver seat. Not very comfie but I was on a mission.

I was trying to figure out where to live in LA this time. I already lived in Santa Monica right by the beach so this time I wanted to check out the West Hollywood area and so far I'm kind of liking it better. No more 30 minute drives to and from clubs plus I don't pay 20 dollars for parking because I just cab it. Saves me from driving gotta love that.

My first week back I actually have a pretty funny story about Paris Hilton. My friends and I went out on a Saturday night we were headed to Paris's record release party at Privlege, however, when we got there there were way too many people so we said screw it. We went to Lex Deux instead and had a blast. After the club closed at 130AM (which i'm not used to Louisville was open till 4) we went back to my place and had an afterparty. We brought 2 girls home so our ratio was 2:1 guy girl ratio which is OK plus I have a girl roomate so I figured she'd have a bunch of girlfriends over. Well we get back and there's Stina with 5 dudes so when we all got there it ended up being 10:3 guy girl ratio. Can we say, "sausage fest." Any way, the party ends and Tom, Stina, and I were sitting there around 3AM and she gets a call to go to Paris's house for her afterparty. Immediately, I thought "there's gonna be a lot of good stories at this party we have to go." How we were gonna get in was beyond me but we were going to try. So I drive to her house and find a spot right outside. I'm talking prime parking for such a big party. We walk up to the door where there were about 50 people standing and waiting to get in. We looked at Stina to get us in but she kind of gave a face like she didn't know anyone. So Tom said screw and started walking in. There wasn't a rope or anything it was really weird because it felt like anyone could get in. Until a girl stopped me and Stina and said who are you with. I did the "Ummmm....Paris" She then looked at Tom and said he's already been in so he's all good. (Tom came with me so he wasn't already in this door girl was drunk) So Tom did the smart thing and said don't worry they're with me. She let us in. This kind of pissed me off because Tom can now say he got me in a party.

We have this ongoing feud about that stuff on who has the better story on trying to get into a club. I was always 1 up on Tom due to the fact that one time we walked up to a red carpet party for US Weekly. The girl asked how many I was with and I said 5. She's like 5 girls. I said nope 5 guys they are my entourage (this was right when the show came out so I thought it could work) It did she let us all in and Tom got pissed that he was part of the Entourage.

We get into the party and immediately I had to explore the entire place. The party was outside but I really didn't want to see that I wanted to see the house. I walk in and I swear when I say this "there is a lifesize picture on the wall of Paris in every room of her own house" Yes, she has huge pictures of herself in every room. Can we say we like ourselves a little much. They are sexy pics though, I gotta give her that. Anyway I went room to room checking everything out. One room had a stripper pole it's too bad no one was on it.

As the night winded down the security started pushing people out the door. Somehow and I really have no idea how this happened but Tom and I ended up in a room with Paris and Nikki Hilton with about 5 other people. It felt like it was the private room. Paris was pretty wasted and was dancing all over the place. Nikki was a little reserved. I felt completely out of place because I knew no one in the room. I went over to a couple guys by the door and tried to introduce myself. Just to be friendly. I said "hey what's up man." Guy looked at me and said nothing and walked to the other side of the room. I thought that only happened in movies where people actually believe they are better than you. So some time goes by and Tom starts telling me he wants to go ask Nikki if she'd like to do the Tango with him while hip hop music is playing. I standing by another guy so I was like what's up. This dude did the same exact thing the other guy did. Immediately, I thought what the F$ck is going on. Then I realized Tom went over to Nikki and the security stopped him and we ended up getting kicked out. I actually was pretty happy about that because those were definately not the type of people I like to hang with. Obviously they didn't want to hang with me. And Paris was wasted dancing with a smaller version of Suge Knight. On the way out I saw Mini Me. I got a kick out of that.

So I get to my car and there's this pretty girl standing right by it. We ended up talking and this girl told me that she was waiting for a Phantom to come down (Only in LA are people waiting for a 300,000 dollar car) I had to see this. About 5 minutes later with a police escort this Phantom comes strolling down and stops at this girl. 5 dudes are trying to get this girl to come with them. She just wanted her phone so she got it and let them go. She ended up coming back with her twin sister. Tom, myself, and the twins went to the hot tub. The one I was talking to jumped in the hot tub with her dress on. Always cool in my book. When we got back to my apt. I found my roomate on the floor knocked out with the fridge door open bleeding from her nose. This was straight out of TV. I tried waking her up but she wasn't budging. I thought she was dead. Finally after probably 30 seconds but what felt like an hour she woke up and didn't remember anything that happened. Thank god she was ok. The twins left and that was my night. Not bad right?

Now that I have my computer up and running i will try to update more often. Remember be good. Be bad. BE MIZ!!!! The Miz