Wild Things

Halloween is our thing around here. I start thinking about next year’s costumes by about Christmas. I sometimes get impatient and put us in costumes for our Christmas pictures. But this year I have to tell you, I was tempted to call it off. I actually suggested putting an “abducted by aliens” sign on the door and going to hide out in Joshua Tree or something.

All the travel lately has me generally fatigued. I feel like I’m doing my best to just keep from getting too horribly behind on my work, while the laundry piles up and the to-do list grows and the house falls down around me. I know you hear me, moms. Sometimes holidays can seem like more of a chore than a celebration.

BUT when I saw T in his Max from Where the Wild Things Are costume, I pretty much said- well, let the house fall down. It’s worth it.

I think my favorite moment was the very beginning of the night, when T and I went to the neighbor’s house, where his friend Presley was dressed as Sandra Dee. Presley’s parents were blasting the Grease soundtrack and we all had a big dance party.

It was one of those moments that I wished I could have frozen in amber and put in my pocket. So I can put my hand around it every time I’m driven to the very edge of my patience and tempted to say, “BECAUSE I SAID SO THAT’S WHY” (or some profanity-laden version of that). So I can pull it out and look at it and remember that this is all I ever wanted- it really is.

Scott and I were Wild Things, of course. T went trick or treating with his BFF Bedelu and they were pretty polite and awesome. After a few houses, I even stood at the curb and watched him go. I only intervened when he started trying to eat all the candy at once, wrappers and all.

Friends came by. We got over 800 trick-or-treaters this year. We ran out of candy and started giving out change from our coin jar.

Best costume went to our genius friend Sharon McGunigle (aka Venus DeMille– for you burlesque fans out there). She was in a motion capture suit- complete with green screen.

It’s My Party, I’ll Dress Like A 70’s Era Beverly Hills Housewife If I Want To

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I was blown away by the turnout last night at the book launch party for Some Girls. Thanks so much to all of you who came out to support me. I am blessed with incredible friends.

Pictured above are: the Book Soup sign (how cool is it that I’m listed right next to Joel Grey?), the reading at Book Soup, me signing a book to our pal Brian Ray, me with my friend Colin (who stood by my side for over an hour while I signed), and Venus DeMille dancing at the after-party at Ghettogloss gallery.

I have more pictures and so much more to say about the night, but I’ve got to pack and get T and myself on an airplane to NY tomorrow. I’m having an anxiety attack just from writing the sentence.

Catch me on The View on Monday morning, then right afterward on Barbara Walters’ SIRIUS Radio show!

Some Girls Launch Event

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The mostly-complete events list for Some Girls is up on my website now. Please check the tour dates and come see me if I’m in your hood. I’m doing events in LA, New York, San Francisco, Seattle, Portland and Austin.

The LA launch event is going to be on April 30, with a reading and author signing at Book Soup followed by a party at Ghettogloss art gallery. The invite with all the details is posted above. Hope to see you there!

Los Muertos of Mount Royal

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Halloween in our neighborhood is a cross between a Tim Burton tribute party and a Disney princess death match. Most of the residents of Mount Royal get in the spooky spirit, decorating their yards and dressing up and trying to one-up each other with who has the best candy. Suzanne always wins on the candy, but we are absolutely the only house with a live Theremin on the porch, courtesy of our friend Steve-the-real-rocket-scientist. This year we had over seven hundred kids come to the house. Only two of them left crying.

Our party had a Dia Des Los Muertos theme. See our altar for our favorite dead relatives above, as well as a picture of me with the divine Venus DeMille. I went psycho-skeleton Martha Stewart this year and stayed up until the wee hours baking cookies.
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