watch out for the cactus by the pool...

Words of warning that could have altered our night for the better. Last night, my friend Gitte celebrated her 100th birthday. She's not really that old, but by Hollywood standards she said she felt like it may have been 100 years. I told her she seemed to be getting sexier and better with age. I've known Gitte, an L.A. stylist, for almost 9 years. She has thrown some of the most memorable parties at her fabulous house. I have also used her luxurious pad for many of my own look book photo shoots. The best part about my Danish pal is that she has that low Nico/Dietrich voice and says "kime" like "keey-mee".

DJ Paris and the Birthday girl

the birthday girl hits the dance floor

Gitte switched up her normal Mohito theme with refreshing watermelon spiked punch. Problem was- those cactus coolers went down smooth.

So it didn't seem like such a crazy idea when we all ended up in the pool at 4:00 a.m.

Did we mention that some naked guy attempting to do a giant cannonball slipped off the chair and into a huge cactus patch? All that flesh and needles...ouch.
I'd hate to be that guy today.

Comments

[chris]

ouch is correct but not until the next day. alcohol has a way of raising the threshold for pain. i still have a cactus needle in my left heel. my back no longer looks like i was attacked by wild animals. i had fun, it was a great party! thanks gitte wherever you are.