Master of Whoring

As I mentioned recently, I have lots of jobs out here.

Funny enough, the one that pays me the least monetarily is turning out to have all sorts of other benefits.

I was covering the red carpet at the Masters of Horror 2 launch party last night getting gems like this.

Since my boss at iesb.net also works at Dark Horse, he was invited into the party after the red carpeting, so I was invited as well. The event was held at a club in Hollywood called Ivar.

It was exactly what a trendy club in Hollywood is supposed to look like, I suppose. While I haven’t been to many of them, I’ve seen many in movies. And since they simply use the real thing in movies (they’re right here!), this place looked like all those other places.

The event was sponsored by Vampyre Vodka, so vodka drinks were free. If I wanted Wild Turkey it was going to be $9.00. So Red Bull and vodka in hand, I had my boss introduce me around. It turns out my boss knows lots of people.

In the span of two hours, I spoke with Eli Roth, Ray Park, Michael Olmos, Toby Hooper, Tiffiny Shepis, and Moriarty from Aintitcoolnews.com.

Fortunately, I don’t really care about stars, at least in terms of fame. I could count that number of people I think I’d be “star struck” in front of on both hands, and half of them aren’t actors.

What made the party so enjoyable was being chatted up like a colleage. I was within cock-punching distance of five or six millionaires at one point and they had no idea that I couldn’t afford their car payment.

I’ve never thought of directors and actors as an inaccessible class or anything. However since I’m fresh off the boat from Hicksville (read: beyond the Valley and not from New York) I didn’t see myself necessarily getting invited to their parties just yet. I apparently only needed 90 days to be at the same party as the director of Hostel.

Now that in and of itself is not useful or important. I know for a fact that a bikini contest winner from Nebraska who’s only been here 2 months was at the same party. Granted, she has a different skill set than I do, but not bad for a straight dude.

The more networking, the better. If I was in magazine ad sales I would leap at a chance to leave High Times for Time Magazine.

The show I came from didn’t measure up to the quality and journalistic integrity of High Times, so getting into this type of fiesta made me feel like I’ve made some good progress out here….and in good time.