So Then La Toya Jackson Showed Up.

latoya-xmas-giftsI had sucked down way too many Rum and Vanilla Cokes before I saw her, because I was nervous and trying to seem cool and relaxed. And I wondered if I was hallucinating, but — Yes, that’s La Toya. Just stopping by the Christmas Eve family dinner party I attended. Dropping off gifts for the kids. In a bright orange pantsuit. Like ya do. But I’ll get to that in a minute.

I was in Rite Aid, when I saw a display of red and green Christmas items on super sale and thought “Oh yay! Christmas is coming!” This was two days ago. Christmas already happened, you crazy B!

So, LAX-mas has come and gone and what I’ve noticed most is that I really needed a break. A change of scenery. A visit with people I knew back when I was a kid. BUT, we press on. No one ever said making it as an actor in Hollywood was easy. Or that LIFE was easy. Or that anything worth having was — y’know what I mean.

But I made the best of what I had going for me. Which was iPhone FaceTime with my lil nephew Hudson. I was trying to seem exciting, but the only thing I could think about was that I’m the most boring TV show ever. I was trying to show him the little Xmas tree my sister got me, when she said “See Baby? Árbol!”

Me: “I’m sorry, did you just say árbol?!”

Les: “Yeah. ‘Hudson, say árrrrbollllllll’….!” He has a Spanish-speaking daycare nanny person and he says words in Spanish before English.

Me: “OK…. Hola!…. It is your… Tia! Agua! Hola!!” We’re having fuuuuuuun!

hudson-facetime-iphoneHe totally gave me a kiss and waved. Then after he was done playing with his plastic golf clubs, he found a cup that was more interesting than me. I’m keeping track of this, my little friend! You will spend quality time with your AUNTIE!!!

So, I had a little fantasy of this lonely little LAX-mas turning into something super meaningful and profound, but instead, I spent Xmas eve with Ervin and Michael Jackson’s nephew. We were invited by my boss’s daughter. It’s her family. Two adorable kids and a huge house in a gated community. Almost everyone there had attended Beverly Hills High and since I learned from the pool party mac-n-cheese incident, I busted out my best “I’m TOTALLY familiar with BEVERLY HILLS” conversation.

One girl, about my age, was lamenting the fact that she wanted to EAT, but she was leaving for Mexico with a guy she didn’t know that well, in 4 days. In Pennsylvania, you’d be carbo-loading for Mexico because you don’t know when you’ll be able to eat potatoes again, exactly.

Her: “OMG, I can’t eat any of this! Ugh, God…” She swirled her cocktail in its glass and eyed the broccoli au gratin.

Me: “What do you have, 4 days? That’s totally enough time for a 3-day juice cleanse, girl!” I don’t even know if juice cleanses work – I’ve never done one because they are like $300. Of. Juice. But LA people love them.

Her: “(Grabs my arm) YOU ARE A GENIUS!!!!!!!”

Me: I am a *genius. I can relate to anyone. This shall be my superpower.

dessert-table-beverly-hillsThat’s a picture of a dessert table that has been “destroyed”. (Beverly Hills style). I think we ate the equivalent of 2 pieces of cake, as a group.

I chatted up a gorgeous woman named Alejandra.

Me: “So how do you know these guys?”

A: “I’m Jermaine’s ex wife.”

Me: “Of course you are!” They have a child named “Jermajesty”, which is what I am changing my name to, momentarily.

Another of Tito’s sons arrived, with his fiance, who is part of triplet Brazilian Pop Group T-Rio. All three gorgeous matching girls introduced themselves: Thaisa, Thayana, and Thaina. Yeah. It’s either the worst naming scheme ever, or the most smartest. You just kind of slur through a name that sounds like “Tie-EE-shmehhh” and you’ll be right.

A group of dudes dressed in suits, hustled in, having just stopped by the Kardashian Xmas party. Obviously.

In case you didn’t get one, this is what it would look like if you had received a Kardashian family Xmas card:


Depending when they shot this, baby KimYe may be in the picture as well…!

Moments later, La Toya arrived, arms full of gifts. Ervin, who was buzzy on rum-n-cokes whispered “I THINK THAT’S LA TOYA…” She looks the same as she ever did. There’s a thing in Hollywood, where women age, then plateau out, then get younger looking, then kind of hover around looking-like-50-years-old until the day they die.

That’s what unlimited dollars will do for you! They will not, however, enable you to maintain this in overhead lighting.

beach-sunsetIt was a weird, sort of socially adventurous Christmas. I definitely missed my family. And I wished I were around people that I knew better. But I was thankful to be invited to “Everyone But The Jackson 5” Christmas. It was a good time. I had a dream once, about being part of the Jackson 5. We were getting into a limo, wearing purple sequin jumpsuits, on the way to our show. I was the white one. This was the closest I’ll ever get to that dream coming true.

At the end of almost every day in LA, there’s a drop dead gorgeous sunset. Usually I’m working and have barely the chance to notice it. But we drove out to the beach one evening, and watched the sun slowly sink into the Pacific Ocean.

Slam dunk.

Things are overwhelming and difficult and I feel like I have never worked this hard, in my life. But I have hope for this coming year. That things will start feeling less like surviving, and more like thriving.

Looking forward to it, for us all.



*Just so you know I haven’t lost my mind, I also told her “Good guys like girls who can eat.” She said “Really?“. “YESH. ABSHOLUTELY.” I replied with a mouth full of cake Ervin just stuffed in my face.

7 thoughts on “So Then La Toya Jackson Showed Up.

  1. I love your stories! I have only really seen two famous people. Once I saw Stephen Colbert at a play and I saw Marc Summers eating at an outdoor cafe when I was walking down the street.

    • Monica! I love Stephen Colbert!! I would try to hug him if I saw him. Hahaha. But seriously, I would.

      I hope you guys had an amazing Christmas!!! I missed seeing you. But I kept your card close by ;) XO

  2. I’ve recently started to realize A. I tend to name drop people I’ve worked with and B. the people I’ve worked with are human beings just like you and me, so I’m more trying to prove that than brag. Whether they have a shit ton of money or a famous mom, etc; they are human beings just like you and me. They may live a crazier “famous” lifestyle, but I no longer put them on a pedestal or envy them. I work on treating them just like my buddy or my mom or some joe schmoe on the street and kind of think they may appreciate that more.
    I have no doubt you will make it in LA. I can’t wait to see you co-star in something with Ryan Gosling. And NO DOUBT, (Hey girl, Hey) I will not treat you with any more or any less respect than I already do..and no worries, I won’t beg to meet RG. Love you lady!

    • Lauren, the first chance I get to work with Ryan Gosling, I plan on treating him just like anyone else, as well. All of my obsessions, that is — i.e. Lips (Tom Hardy), Grandpa (George Clooney), and Thespian (Christoph Waltz — I like my men to be MEN) — by making out with posters of his latest movie.

      You’re right on. I think it also helps when you’re working with celebrities, to see them act like real people. Not just “Stars They Just Like Us”, but to like sit there and do nothing. Or buy coffee. Or crash their car into another car while trying to parallel park, like I saw BJ Novak do one time. We are all human. Some of us are more visible, but none of us is more important.

      (Minus the douchebags.)

      Love you, L! Thanks for writing this ;)

  3. You are absolutely right that real guys–real good guys–like girls who eat cake. When you hit it big this year, I’m going to lord it over my friends, saying stuff like–“what, you haven’t been reading her blog? Wow. Ok. WHAT-ever…” in my best LA snobby voice. Or just jump up and down and be super excited for you. Or both. It’s going to happen, so I’d better practice… x

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