What?
Yeah, in the list of many odd events Steve and I experience, it turns out that one of the trainers owns this house with her boyfriend. Insane. Steve's an architecture freak, and a photography freak, and an art freak, so he instantly recognized the home.
Of course, we didn't want to be rude and start asking about how the trainer got the place-- besides, we kind of needed to act cool, like this sort of thing happened to us every day-- but it was super neat. Steve took lots of pics.
We ate a marvelous potluck dinner with homemade turkey patties, delicious organic salads, tarts made with puff pastry, homemade French fries with garlic aioli, and wine... LOTS of wine. Steve and I brought four different kinds of cupcakes to test out possible wedding cake options. The red velvet won hands down, with the chocolate mousse cupcakes coming a close second. I think we'll be popping by the cake shop this week to lock in our order.
The evening continued with a viewing of the showcase, taking time to learn what we did right, wrong, and how to grow from the performance. After, we all went down to swim in the pool under the stars.That's when drunken circus tricks began-- no photos, sorry. But let me say that I had more women stand on my shoulder than ever before in my life.
We were stunned when 1:30am rolled around, so we all headed home. It was such a wonderful, fun night and we were exhausted. As we drove home Steve and I realized it was also one of those, "Only in LA could we go to a potluck pool party at Herb Ritts' old house with a bunch of aerial arts students."
I mean, really! Where else could you hear something like that?
2 comments:
I am sooo jealous. I would have loved to have been in that home!
Steve, I want to see those pics sometime!
I love, too, that while reading this entry, it all made total sense and seemed perfectly natural to me.
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