With the recent California Supreme Court ruling upholding the ban on gay marriage, the city I live in, West Hollywood, has mobilized once again.  Just like last November, before and after the election, rallies have been held the past two nights.  Last night’s star studded rally featured the likes of Drew Barrymore, Kathy Griffin (and her mom, a gay icon), Perez Hilton (yuck!), Emmy Rossum, Debbie Gibson (I got lost in her eyes),  goofy Gloria Allred, George Takei (of Star Trek fame, and his husband) and many more.  Tonight, the rally moved to the Beverly Hilton, where President Obama was holding a fundraising dinner for Hollywood’s A listers.  My dog Chazz and I walked the three miles to the Hilton to meet with President.  Here’s how the meeting went in my my mind:

Of course, we couldn’t get that close to the president tonight (unless Chazz and I paid the $30,400 price tag per couple), but we did rub elbows with Drew Barrymore and Kathy Griffin last night, as shown below.  Chazz even upstaged Los Angeles Mayor, Antonio Villaraigosa.  As I was photographing the mayor, I told Chazz to go sit by him.  He actually sat on the mayor’s shoes while the “his honor” was giving an interview to a Spanish TV station.  The mayor looked down and started laughing at Chazz.  Then the reporter started laughing and Mayor Villaraigosa reached down to pet Chazz.  What’s next?  Deputy Mayor Chazz??

 
Chazz with Los Angeles Mayor Antonio Villaraigosa and the faces of gay marriage, 2009.

   
The delightful Drew Barrymore (with George Takei & husband looking on) and 80′s pop princess Debbie Gibson.

Phantom of the Opera’s Emmy Rossum.

Comedienne Kathy Griffin and her lovely mother.

I lifted Chazz up on the state with Kathy  & her Mom!

Chazz on stage!

Lt. Dan Choi, an American hero and an eloquent voice in this struggle.  Watch and learn.

No, I don’t want to marry my dog! (Or Claudio & Ryan’s)

The repugnant, Perez Hilton, sans Miss California, with a little taste of his own medicine coming from his mouth.

Chazz, preparing for same sex marriage.

The L.A.P.D. on full alert.

Lt. Dan Choi addressing the crowd outside the President’s hotel.

President Obama’s motorcade at the Beverly Hilton.


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It’s been great having Daniel & David here with their parents.  Since they’re Korean and German it’s the best of both worlds.  Every morning, Mom & Dad head to the bakery for fresh bread.  At 7:30 we have a traditional European breakfast with meat, cheese, vegetables, bread & fruit.  Then I start my work day and they head out to see the sites, but not before their Mom makes my lunch.  In the evening, she cooks the most amazing Korean food.  I’m telling you, I could really get used to this. 

The other night we went to a great little Korean Barbecue in Koreatown called Tofu Village.  Have you ever noticed how a lot Korean & Chinese restaurants play cheesy American 70′s music?  When David and I went to the bathroom to wash our hands, I heard an old Captain and Tennille song I hadn’t heard in years and it reminded me of a story that I relayed to my guests about the first time I went to Paris 15 years ago.  Obviously this was pre Xanga and pre Internet, so when we got home, I pulled out my old diary to re-read the story and refresh my memory:

Since I know you can’t read that (I can barely read my own writing…thank goodness for Xanga), I’ll paraphrase:

December 31, 1994 – I arrived in Paris at 7:30 AM on the train from Barcelona.  It was New Year’s Eve Day and all of the banks were closed so I was having a hard time exchanging my currency.  (This was well before the Euro!)  I only had about 23 francs and I was very hungry.  I tried eating at a few places but inevitably didn’t like the food and kept giving it away to stray dogs.  Finally I found an ATM machine that worked.  I phoned Claudio, who would be arriving the next day and coordinated our meeting place (again pre cell phones).  By now I was starving, and it was about 8 PM on New Year’s Eve.  I had planned to go to the Champs Elysees for the midnight festivities, but I had to find something to eat first.  Just then I spied a Chinese restaurant with a buffet in the window.  I was elated!  A Chinese buffet is the same world wide!  I quickly went in and discovered that it was also a karaoke bar, “that was playing American 70′s music on 3 television monitors.  If the proprietor of the restaurant saw someone mouthing the words to a song, he would run over and give them a microphone.”  The place was crowded with pre New Year’s revelers dressed to the nines.  At the table next to me there was a group black French women, with glitter in their hair and fancy dresses speaking with thick French accents and the same gesticulations of African American women.  It was really interesting to watch and listen to them, though I didn’t understand a word they were saying.  Suddenly, one of them was handed the microphone, and I don’t think I’ll ever forget the scene.  Paris…New Year’s Eve…Chinese Restaurant…and a black French woman singing The Carpenters hit, “I’m on the Top of the World” in a heavy french accent.  It sounded like this:

“I’m on zee tope of zee woold, lookine down on cweeashoe und zee only expleynashone I can find, ees zee loave zat I found aver seence you’ve bean awound, your love poots me at zee tope of zee woold.”

She actually had an amazing voice and the whole place applauded.  It was a surreal moment!

Fast forward 15 years.  I’m telling this story to Daniel, David and their parents at the Korean restaurant.  Guess what song started playing??  You guessed it.  The Carpenters, “I’m on the Top of the World“.  I probably hadn’t even heard that song in 15 years.  I kid you not!  We all couldn’t believe it!!  It was one of the craziest coincidences of my life.  To make it even crazier, Claudio called my cell phone later as I was reading his name from the diary above.  Cue the Twilight Zone music, on second thought, cue The Carpenters:

Here are a few more photos from our week:

 

Chazz & Daniel

 
Daniel ready for the beach with his “Hotel Careyfornia” towel, and the family in Koreatown.

Outside the world famous Hotel Careyfornia (note the sign).  We rebuilt fast, huh!?

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P.S. Thanks for all of the nice comments about the American Idol photos.  That post has already been viewed more than 4000 times.  I appreciate the kind words.

No, for once the title of this blog is not referring to Sarah Palin (though it’s an apt description).  “The Devil With Boobs” is a play, written by  Dario Fo.  He’s an Italian satirist and playwright who won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1997 and in 2007 he was ranked joint seventh with Stephen Hawking in The Telegraph‘s list of 100 greatest living geniuses.  I went to see the show with Carolina & Bill on Friday night.  I was warned that the humor was “scatological” in nature, and I must say, that was an understatement!

Broadway World opines, “In THE DEVIL WITH BOOBS, Sub-Devil First Class Barlocco has an important mission: possess the crusading and chaste judge Alfonso de Tristano and turn him into a lecherous sex maniac. When Barlocco possesses the Judge’s housekeeper instead, insanity and gender bending wackiness ensues. Dario Fo’s THE DEVIL WITH BOOBS is equal parts savage political satire and wild lust filled romp!“ 

I must say, the play was brilliantly performed.  The lead actress, Katherine Griffith, was outstanding.  And Phillip Rhys, from Nip/Tuck and 24 was delightful to watch.  If you’re in LA, and don’t mind salty language and some nudity, check out this play!

 

Today, Eva & Bassam met me at Claudio & Ryan’s for another Brazilian barbecue.  Claudio’s getting quite good at making pao de queijo!

 
Though he still hasn’t mastered the blender.   This was some hideous papaya dessert that went terribly wrong!

   

Finally, here’s a little something to start your week off right:

Dear President Obama,

You know that I support you 100%.  But I must say I was a little surprised to find this in my Inbox.  Don’t get me wrong, I’m flattered.  I imagine you must really like my Sarah Palin rants.  But, please, keep your eye on the prize!   
Love,

Carey

You’re probably dying to know what I did tonight Mr. President.  Well, Claudio, Ryan, Chazz and I went out for a fabulous Chinese dinner on the Sunset Strip.  A good time was had by all as these photos will attest.  I’m off to bed now, as tomorrow we’re going to the TV Land Awards.  It should be a fun show.  It’s being hosted by Neil Patrick Harris (Doogie) and features:

• Julia Louis-Dreyfus (Lucille Ball – Legacy Of Laughter Award)
• Don Rickles (Legend Award)
• The cast of Home Improvement (Fan Favorite Award)
• The cast of Magnum, P.I. (Hero Award)
• The cast of Knots Landing (30th Anniversary)
• The cast of Married with Children (Innovator Award)
• The cast of M*A*S*H (Impact Award)
• The cast of Two and a Half Men (Future Classic Award)  Complete List 

Have a good night Mr. President.  Oh, and Chazz wants to know when we can set up a play date with Bo??

 

It is with a heavy heart that I must announce that Easter has been canceled, due to Chazz’s brutal maiming of the Easter Bunny today.  The attack was caught on film…cover the children’s eyes:

Click below to play the chilling video:

Life must go on however, so we had a wonderful Brazilian barbecue, and  even gave Chazz a bath.  I’m off to bed as I have to wake up early to pick up my aunt and head over to Jenn’s to watch the kids hunt for eggs.  Cheers!

Chazz with his Easter basket, before the attack

Claudio made pao de queijo

Sleeping on his kill

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Andy had a blast with Chazz the other night.  And apparently he misses him (and me).  Now if I could just lock up that favorite cousin status without Cole always being mentioned in the same breath! 

 

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And lest you think little boys corner the market on cute videos with pets, I present “Eulogy for a Fish”:

I’m really getting sick of hearing about Twitter in the mainstream media.  It’s everywhere and it’s getting ridiculous.

“The concept of regularly “micro-blogging” to the world an answer to the question “What are you doing?” using no more than 140 characters seems utterly stupid to me. After all, not only do I feel no compulsion whatsoever to broadcast my every move to the rest of humanity, I suppose I’m just not narcissistic enough to assume that other people, my friends and associates included, actually give a damn anyway.  Read more…“

I’m also tired of celebrity twats:  http://www.nytimes.com/2009/03/27/technology/internet/27twitter.html.  Look, I get it.  The world is smaller.  We’re all connected.  No one sticks up for this kind of technology and connectedness more than I do, but getting updates to my phone when Ashton Kutcher is getting his nipples waxed is taking it a bit far.  Do people not realize that Ashton Kutcher is not their BFF even though he might be following them on Twitter?

I think Twitter and the like, can be useful tools if used properly.  I pretty much only use Twitter, or Xanga Pulse (rarely Facebook Status Updates) when I want to get a fast message out to my readers that I think they would care about or find funny or interesting:

Carey Anthony

 

That said, if you want to “follow” me on Twitter, I’m at: 

http://twitter.com/CareyGLY 

Now before you call me a hypocrite, let me explain.  The only thing I use Twitter for is to link to my blog here on Xanga.  Let’s face it, all bloggers are narcissistic, and I’m just as big an attention whore as the next Xangan.  But I’m not delusional enough to think that anyone cares to follow the most mundane aspects of my life.   Heck, we’re all just looking to be accepted and liked.  My blog is a creative outlet for my writing and pictures.  I’m glad when people appreciate it.  I’m also glad that the people closest to me who really care about me, respect me enough to read it.  They know who they are.  I can only surmise the people who don’t take the time, just don’t care enough.

Speaking of Chazz humping…it really did happen today for the first time!  I texted Claudio & Ryan to let them know the news, and got these replies:

I think humping is equivalent to baby’s first steps in the dog world.  LOL!  Still, I’m not ready for him to grow up just yet!

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Today I went down to the Port of Los Angeles to meet Christine and her Mom and sister and little Lance, who were leaving on a cruise to Mexico.  I haven’t seen Lance since Sundance, and he’s really grown!

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Speaking of growing babies, check out little Jaden at a month old now, and all better:

Claudio and Ryan are driving up the coast for Spring Break this week with Victor & David so Chazz is with me.  He’s still only 5 1/2 months old, but he’s really never been left alone, save for that hour in January when he decided to take up reading:

The other day though, we had to leave him alone for five hours.  I was pretty sure I had puppy proofed the spare bedroom, but I had forgotten about the shoes under the futon and the stack of business cards stashed under the desk.  This is what we came home to:

I need to read up on separation anxiety in puppies.  I hear it’s worse in Boxers and Chazz surely has Boxer in him. Cesar says “no touch, no talk, no eye contact”, which for me seems next to impossible:

No touch, no talk, no eye contact. Practice this rule when you leave and again when you return. By doing this, you are letting your dog know that your separation is not a big deal. For some dogs five minutes of “no touch, no talk, no eye contact” can solve the problem. For others, you may have to start practicing the rule an hour before you leave. 

Say goodbye long before you leave. If you are having trouble practicing “no touch, no talk, no eye contact”, take a moment to tell your dog how much you will miss him and share affection long before you actually leave. Remember, this display is for you — not your dog! Your dog won’t be hurt that you didn’t kiss him goodbye before leaving for work.

Practice! Start out small; leave your dog alone for five minutes. Then the next time, expand the time to 20 minutes. Then an hour. Continue increasing the time until you can leave your dog alone for a full 8-hour business day. 

Maintain calm-assertive energy. This is crucial! Don’t feel sorry, nervous, or concerned. Project the confident energy of a pack leader. Let your dog know that everything is going to be alright.

Other that that incident though, we’ve had a good week.  While taking these photos, rolling in the grass at the Pacific Design Center however, I lost my phone. 

When I realized it had fallen out of my pocket, I went back to find it and someone had already picked it up.  I sent texts, but never heard from anyone.  I needed a new phone anyway, so this is what I got:

So far, it seems like a pretty decent phone.  I have 30 days to decide if I like it.  If not, I’ll switch to T-Mobile and get a Google phone (G1).  By the way, if you’re one of my Xanga friends who know me personally, send me your phone # again, as I lost a bunch of numbers.  Thanks!

Here are a few more photos from Chazz’s Spring Break:   

Yeah, you read that right.  Backwoods Barbie is at it again, this time jumping on the bandwagon criticizing Obama’s “Special Olympics” gaffe.  For the record, here’s my take on it, since John and a few other of my Republican friends have asked:

Yes, Obama apologized and has even managed to spin it in his favor.  But Sarah Palin and her retarded baby* (who is the uncle to her bastard grandson) has the gall to reject stimulus money that would have been used to fund, among other things, SPECIAL EDUCATION.  Nice family values Sarah. 

The biggest single chunk of stimulus money that Palin is turning down is $160 million for education. There’s also $17 million in Department of Labor funds (vocational rehabilitation services, unemployment services, etc.), about $9 million for Health and Social Services and about $7 million for Public Safety.

*By the way, there’s no need to educate me about the fact that Trigg has Down’s Syndrome or that “retard” is an offensive term.  I’m not an idiot.  I’m just venting.  It’s my blog goddamnit and Sarah Palin is more offensive to me than any words I can put on this page.  She’s vile, reprehensible and evil incarnate.  For the record, I put myself through college partly by working at group homes for the developmentally disabled and partly by babysitting over 50 kids.  I have attended and worked my fair share of Special Olympics over the years.  All people are “precious and unique” Sarah, not just your white trash baby and illegitimate grandson. 

Now that I have that out of my system, here are some pictures from tonight.  Claudio & Ryan are back with Chazz and we had a nice dinner at home and watched movies.  Tomorrow we’re heading to Santa Barbara.

Joelle’s enjoying all the amenities the H.C. has to offer

Claudio always has to get a sneer in!

Chazztastic!

Ryan was asleep before the movie started!