NO LABORING
Sep. 5th, 2005 11:39 pm
Labor Day weekend was fairly un-laborious, save for a bit of freelance writing I needed to do today that I'd been procrastinating for weeks. Other than that, the weekend was mostly lazy and lovely.
Friday night, I caught THE BROTHERS GRIMM with
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But Saturday afternoon contained the highlight of the entire weekend. You see, on Friday,
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As luck would have it, a good friend of
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So we head to the hills, and end up at this amazing house -- which I instantly recognized. If you've seen the 1967 Lee Marvin/Angie Dickinson movie POINT BLANK, it's the sprawling, resort-like house that's used in the finale.
Alas, we weren't graced with GFAAP's lovely presence at the party, and the attendees were mostly a slew of harmless, zero-body-fat A-List-Gays. Surprisingly, they didn't recoil in horror at our small group of fat hairy fags as we descended upon the shindig -- in fact, the awesome host and friend-of-a-friend who invited us actually made sure to tell
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Hell yes.
So,
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The pool was crazy huge, as witnessed in the photos I've posted online. While the interior of the house was off-limits, we had the run of the outside grounds, which included some gorgeous views of the city. Also, the cabana building contained a quirky underground lounge, complete with viewing windows into the pool -- which led to much underwater photo mugging (hence my latest user icon).
The underground lounge also had a 80-foot long concrete tube, about two feet in diameter, running horizontally under the ground -- which had a spinning tin duck target at the end. Yes, it was an underground rifle range. Thank god for crazy rich people in the 60s who built houses like this in the Hollywood Hills, and thank god for GFAAP for buying it and letting us, by lucky-ass proxy, see how crazy it is.
As
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