The Things That I Do For Trish/I'm a Fatty

So I have been in Oregon doing notsomuch for the past two weeks. Imagine my delight when Trish informed me that Portland was the one place in America where I can get a cheeseburger in a doughnut bun! OK, well I am not sure if that last statement is even true but who cares, bring on the fat.

I forced my friend to come with me to The Original Dinerant (get it?) in downtown Portland last night to go on a feeding frenzy. I started with a homemade ginger-mint soda, which was made even better when they added a little Jack too it. But really, what isn't better with a small amount of JD? We then shared an order of poutine for an app that were surely made with Tillamook cheese curds. There was an option to add foie gras to the cheese curds for $7 which I was really temped by but since I gave FG during my funemployment I did not have a chance to taste it. Poor me.

Then I tried the aformentioned burger. It was both delicious and disgusting at the same time. More sweet than salty. And you can kinda of hear yourself getting fatter while you are eating it but I was OK with that.

Photos below. Enjoy. XOXO, LT

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I am off to New York today to visit a collection of wonderful ladies. So I may or may not post for a few days. xoxo

The Outsiders

Angelenos are a little jaded. OK, a lot jaded.  We don’t get excited when we see celebs. Actually, many of us get annoyed.  For example, ever since Katherine Heigl has moved to my neighborhood, valuable parking spots on my street are now taken by paparazzi.  I hate that bitch.  I have seen Lindsay Lohan more times in the past few weeks than some of my best friends. One of the best things about having people visiting from other states is that you get to recapture that time of youthful innocence when bumping in to Jeremy Piven was something to text home about.

So imagine my delight when I got the chance to babysit a friend’s visiting Texan at the Maxim Hot 100 party last night (I am pretty sure I was number 101). To see the spark in that young boys eye when he shook Spencer Pratt’s hand was priceless. 

Photos below of the visiting Texan with Speidi and Kelly Osborne.  

Operation Aloha @ The Troubadour

Perfectly timed to my new found obsession with Hawaii and all things ukulele, members of Maroon 5, Phantom Planet, Gomez and a lot of other people have just released the album Operation Aloha (http://www.myspace.com/operationaloha).  Back-story: all of the aforementioned people took a month a lived in house in Hawaii and recorded a breezy pop album. Tonight most of this crew assembled for a show at the Troubadour.

The Parson Read Heads (http://www.myspace.com/redheads) opened the show. I watched them and the Laker game from the bar.  I’ve seen them before and they were as always very enjoyable. Easy, jammy, folky rock songs from an ever-changing group of musicians that clearly worship the Beach Boys

Between sets, a delightful three-piece played from the balcony.  I need to educate myself on music genres, but I would call them klezmer.

Operation Aloha assembled on the stage and opened with a number in Hawaiian that I imagine was some type of welcome then went immediately into “Failure” which is apparently about premature ejaculation. Fun fact.  The The show moved along slowly as no one seemed to play the same instrument two songs in a row.  At one point a machete was used as a rhythm instrument, not that I could really hear it. Because I was very sleepy, I had to leave six songs into the show (“Elephant Pharmacy” in case you were keeping track).

I left feeling like a big hippie.  I am happy I went, I will buy the album and possibly a ukulele. Also, my ikat maxi dress was a big hit. 

I am going to learn how to post links and put captions on photos tomorrow.

Let Me Entertain You

Have you ever been to a rock show, watched an episode of Gossip Girl, or purchased tacos from a suspicious vehicle and thought to yourself, What would Lisa think about this? Then you're in the right place!  Welcome into my brain.

Get excited people.