About Last Night
Gregg surprised me with a new digital camera. He gave me the Canon digital Elph SD110, which is about the size of makeup, and supremely stylish. But, enough about my equipment; here are the first few pictures...from last night. Richard Rushfield (of Vanity Fair writerhood and a new and very entertaining blog) hosted the Susannah Breslin Memorial Hacks Lounge at Club Tee Yee in Glendale.

Note: Don't be fooled by the "Memorial" in the name. It's the Hack's Lounge they're memorializing, not its namesake. Who is Susannah Breslin? Well, in the words of Xeni Jardin:

It is because of Susannah Breslin that the terms "bukkake," "Osteogenesis Imperfecta Fetish," and "stumpfucking" have become part of my vocabulary.

Her fiction and online pornopunditry examine the dirty fringes of media life, exploring sex in the age of Google with singularly snarky sensibility and a taste for erotic shock.

If porn were a studded black leather belt, and America a bare, pink ass, Susannah's work would trace the intricate rows of embossed welts left behind. She is neither a Pollyanna, nor a prude: she doesn't celebrate adult entertainment as an inherently freeing phenomenon, nor does she condemn its impact. She pens prose about porking with a poker face. It simply is--and it is as central and lasting a part of American identity as soft-serve ice cream, carpool lanes, strip malls, and prom night.

Susannah, whom I met when we appeared on Candace Bergen together, is not dead; she's merely moved to Seattle (ie, she's sleeping). Richard says she likes to move every few years, to shake things up. Well, Glendale is shaky enough for me; getting there from my place by the beach should, by law, require a sherpa guide (one with his own helicopter to fly you over the mess on the 110 by downtown LA).

Nevertheless, it was worth the trip. Met Janelle Brown, who's now writing for The New York Times, whose work I was a fan of when she ran on Salon; a fun girl named Evangelynne Heath who's writing for a reality show on ABC family (but not a sleazy one); and Susan Leibowitz, a producer for Dateline NBC, who has interviewed (correction: chatted with) our friend Luke Ford about the porn industry (Luke was recently, and most hilariously, paired with a nude Chabad girl on one of my favorite blogs, A Fly On The Wall).

After Tee Yee-ing for a few hours, Gregg was hungry, so we went to Canter's, which has some pretty nice vintage night signage of its own:

UPDATE: Here's my boyfriend's version, which he e-mailed to me a few moments ago...

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Amy by Amy:
After Tee Yee-ing for a few hours, Gregg was hungry, so we went to Canter's, which has some pretty nice vintage night signage of its own.

Amy by Gregg:
After Tee Yee-ing for a few hours, Gregg was ready to scream and maim something. Sensing this, I raised my oh-so-trim ass off the stool and beat a retreat because I didn't fancy the idea of walking home from Glendale in my Ralph Kemp jacket, so we went to Canter's, where Gregg spilled Cole Slaw juice on his shirt as an homage to Joe Loop, from Be Cool. I then proceeded to eat the diva's share of his grilled cheese and tomato because he always orders better.

Hmmm, I'd say that's pretty accurate!