Kandyland 3, 2008!!!

My day was long...
the night was longer...

my phone was smashed...

everyone in the planet was drunk...

the farmer obviously cut my head off because I was running around like a chicken without one...

My say started out with saving a puppy from the street and a bag of cats from downing. Then I wrote "Gareth cares about you" on the moon and finally at some breakfast.

I head over to the mansion to setup my part of the night, which is about 0.000005% of the entire show. That takes a few hours, then get on out of there to get some food, some last minute shopping, and relax for a bit before the storm.

We get back to the mansion and double check a few things, then wait for the madness to start.
Like clockwork, 8 o`clock on the dot, the flood gates open and a bunch of skin and madness role in!

Pictures pictures pictures! At this point I'm running around like a madman... everyone is hyped up and grabbing drinks (of course). And then I notice that my phone screen has smashed itself in my pocket (which has not happened in the 4 years I've used this type of phone). So I take the battery out and put it away... cuz it's USELESS at this point.

Back into the crowd... I run around, pictures pictures. Noone can get a hold of me to tell me how drunk they are or whatever random thing they are doing, seeing, feeling, licking... WHATEVER! So... I missed all that. It's time to get my spare phone back from who has it... ridiculous.

Anyways... the night kept going. It was just a constant run of madness, I loved it! click click click, snap snap snap, drink drink drink! Hahah

As usual, even though the party is 6 hours long... at the end of it everyone says "wait, what? it's over?! NOOO!!!" and are looking for the after party... or some sort of magical way to keep the party going.

Good thing we have the Kruise coming up... :)

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Gareth's end of days birthday celebration!

Yes... that's right, I'm dying.

30 is the new 90. So obviously I have to end it all after I switch out of my "20's", cuz I can't be NINETY! That would be pure insanity...

So, I'm having my goodbye to youth birthday party at Goa on the 27th of June. My actual birthday is a week later, but it is totally impossible to organize people on that day, SO I do it a week before instead.

So... because of the obvious holiday overlapping problems with my birthday, I have never had a party for it... but I figure I should this time, because it ends with a zero. This will be my first and last birthday celebration, so I wouldn't suggest missing it. Especially since I will have photos of everyone who was there, and when I sober up a few days later, I will be going through those pictures to see what happened and who was there... :)

Anyways, about the party...

It's at Goa on a Friday. And for those who aren't familiar with the Hollywood nightlife, that means it's tough to get in. So, basically unless you are in my arrival group (which I'm keeping to a minimum size), you're prolly going to have to buy a bottle, and don't show up with a bunch of dudes. I'm going to a private party the next day to celebrate 2 other birthdays of my friends, which will have enough of that! heheh :)

Of course the night will have all the regulars there, but on top of that I will have some out of towners coming out for the fun, and other locals that normally wouldn't come out to a club unless they are getting paid [aka: people like me :) ].

As I look through all my photos from over the years... I basically see everyone under the fricken planet! And lo-and-behold, I've been to one event or another to see or shoot or something for everyone out there. So... ahem... see you at my one party ever. :) If you were invited by me and flake, I won't forget, and I won't forgive. Close friends know how I am on that sort of thing, so don't flake due to a big date, or stubbed toe, or the eastern seaboard falling under control of the Russians. I DON'T CARE!

Oh, and I promise to be drinking all night. Which is almost like watching Haley's Comet soaring through the sky, because it happens once every 75 years! :)

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Craig Clemens' pre-party @ Goa...

Ok so, because I'm an asshole, and had to work on Saturday... I missed most of Craigapooloza. But I did make it out for the pre-birthday-party at Goa!

I got there early, because I'm smart. ;)

I actually beat Craig there, which is a good thing... because the drinking started right away. And my flash kept going off. I ran around the whole night, capturing the crazyness, and loving every minute of it. BUT on top of Craig's party, the rest of the club was jumping up and down as well. So as I was around being an idiot, I missed the birthday cake!!

The witnesses, and aftermath I came across, told me this story. When the cake arrived, he blew out the candles in typical fashion. But shortly afterwards smashed some cake into Devons face, and quickly received the same action in turn. Then a few other people fell into the cake and icing fate. Leaving the cake in a terrible mess (there is a shot of it in the gallery). But I missed the cake flying and wedding-style face plants! UNBELIEVABLE!

Anyways.. "the table" that we tend to circle around, was totally packed. Everyone jumping in and out, standing around talking.. blah blah blah. "where is craig? is today his birthday or tomorrow" this and that and whatnot. And all the girls being cute and getting drinky drinky (I'm ok with that).

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Sextoy Dave's April mansion party

Ok... so For those of you who know about the whole Mansion Party scene in LA, it was an obvious choice to make it to this bash ASAP.

As always, the party was sponsored by a few different drink sponsors. Lotus Vodka and Who's Your Daddy energy drink. I was hungry for some reason, so I drank a lot of cranberry juice. It had to suffice, cuz I was not even thinking about leaving.

I ended up getting there around midnight, cuz some people fucked up my schedule and made me late. But that was ok, cuz the party was roaring hard when I got there.

I camped out with the crew at their table for a bit (Craig, Ahn, Danny, etc, etc, etc...) then jumped right into it all.

Now... I've never been to this place the party was at before, but it was a perfect place for a party. Lots of different areas and levels and whatnot. All kinds of crooks and cranny's to hide out n stuff :) And lots of restrooms, which is of course always important at the private get togethers. I definitely would like to see more parties at this place, although I have no idea whose place it was.

Anyways... everyone at the party was in an up mood. Noone hanging in the corners doing nothing. I LOVE THAT! The bar lines were moving fast. Cuz the girl tender upstairs, and the two girls tending downstairs, were kicking ass! Thanks ladies! I saw a lot of faces I hadn't seen in a while, which is always nice :)

Oh, and for the dozens and dozens of people I saw showing up outside to the venue...
Why the fuck were you there?! You know there is a shuttle to the mansion. You know it's not ok to drive up to a shuttle event. It doesn't matter who you are! CHRIST! I don't pull that kinda shit... and I'm the fricken photographer!

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Fun in the sun with sin and playmates...

Playboy golf started Friday. And was down there walking around one of the courses with my camera in tow, and no cart to ease the journey. Cuz I sit on my ass enough of the time working or driving, why would I want to sit down on a rare occasion of me actually being outside in the daytime?! I wouldn't! That is the answer!

So anyways... I get there about halfway through the game, and it's time to track down all the players. So, using my youth-time experience as a golf caddy back in Pennsylvania, I start walking the course backwards, so that I can get everyone on it quickly, and move onto the other course.

Each hole had about a dozen girls hanging out at the t-off. About half of them had a dj bumping some music, and all of them had some sort of alcoholic libations to fill up on. One of the t-off spots actually turned into such a party, that people had to be reminded that they were golfing, and to hit the fricken ball and move on! Hhahah. But I guess being distracted by a bunch of girls dancing while you are playing golf isn't such a bad thing.

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Paris Hiltons BFF show announcement

So... we had to go to this private mansion at the "super strict arrival time", and then we wait around for Paris... who was an hour late, which was an hour after we got there. So that was nice, because I had a previous engagement which I raced over too, and arrived JUST on time... lucky me.

When Paris was there, and the writers/video crews were asking questions... there was some crazy nutjob wearing a yellow hat with "#1 FAN" written on it really big. Once, he acted like he was going to ask a question, but instead went on a long rant about how great Paris is and how much he loved her. Then, basically asked no question at all, just a fluff question that I don't even remember. We could tell that the people in charge of the event were getting sick of him, but noone actualyl shut him up. Which seems a bit odd to me. But when the finally came up, and this crazy guy said these words "Paris, I have one final question and I love you. But is that a baby bump?". In reference to Paris having a gut (which I did not notice, and I was half the distance from her that he was). So... apparently celebs attract crazy nutjobs that are obviously seeking any kind of attention. I didn't notice him getting kicked out afterwards either. And I am pretty sure I would have, because I ran for the exit to wait for the first shuttle out of there, because I was shooting another event 20 minutes later.

Anyways, unless you already know about it... Paris is having another reality TV show. But this time, it's survivor style! People competing to be Paris' new best friend. Which sounds to me... like it will prolly be watched by at least 1/3rd of the people I know.

My guess is... the contestants will consist of...
some eager beaver girls...
Maybe 2 of them will SEEM level headed, and like they are on the lower end of the usual girl-crazy scale.
Then a few other girls that are obvious obsessed fans, kissing some booty and maybe some semi-lesbian tendencies.
Then... there will be a straight guy who is crazy. This guy will most likely sneak some hair-clippings from Paris when he's "hugging" her at the end of each taping day.
And finally, I'm guessing they will limit it to 1, maybe 2 crazy gay boys. One of which might dress like Paris in his audition tape.

Nothing really against Paris for HAVING the show, cuz it's an obvious step for her and will make her some good benji's. (heh, that's kinda a joke, cuz she's dating a guy named Benji)
But the people that actually want to win the contest... and just as bad, the people who WATCH the show. I just can't really contemplate that mentality. :)

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Hollywood's Opera on Saturday

yeah... apparently noone cares about how cold it is outside, and of course the potential rain at any moment. Cuz the clubs are packed and jump-jump-jumping around!

watch out for skirts that are designed to cut open pants.

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Sunset Tan - Devon's birthday at Area

Obviously this was a night of all kinds of passing of ages. Birthday! Birthday! Birthday! hehehe

Saturday was a long day... of sleeping! :)

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