The clubs on the strip are always shifting on and off the hot list but what we find consistently cool is having your own dance club at home. We’ve made due over the years by pushing the furniture against the walls and working the hardwood floors in the living room but if you want the real deal it’s available right now on Sunset Plaza. 6 Bedroom, 11 Bathrooms, wine cellar, views, pool, gym, tennis court and a night club with full bar adjoining a home theater room. So smart – if you are screening a movie your friends have access to the bar and if you are having a dance party and your DJ is of the multimedia persuasion you’re good to go. Basically, if this is the sign above your four story elevator and you aren’t having fun you need to double up on therapy. This one is currently on the market for $9.75mil.

You don’t have to go far up the street to find another Sunset Plaza personal hot spot. At the end of last year The Fortress sold. Totally different style – poured in place concrete – but the two story entry doubles as an equally interesting dace club with state of the art light and sound. Be nice to your neighbors and you might be able to organize some kind of progressive night club crawl.

For more information about this property, contact Heather & Learka
Heather & Learka, Teles Properties
424-202-3208
heatherandlearka@telesproperties.com

Photos from THE MLS. Sellers represented by: Hilton & Hyland and Keller Williams Rlty.

Live-journal.
No Bra @ Santa Santo’s Party House
5/19/2009

Last Tuesday’s No Bra show started off with moi half-reluctantly approaching bra’d Susanne Oberbeck and saying, “Hello. I really like your music.” I declare I was half reluctant because I am sure No Bra would appreciate me not saying anything, or at least telling her I was embarrassed by her music, as No Bra is a mission to create embarrassing music.

Oberbeck was slightly unaware I was talking to her, and I, being still only in her starboard periphery, was avoidable with one half-turn of a Santo’s Party House bar stool, but as a human being I felt obliged to receive a reply, even as the zombie-eyed Euro duders flanking her shot invisible flies at me. After like seventeen seconds of silence Oberbeck mumbled out an “oh,” (not even a Munchausen “Reaaally”), and feeling like I had to say something, I ejaculated a “well, you know, my friend’s father knows all the words to ‘Doherfuckher.’” Oberbeck: “oh.” I nodded and pretended I had to go to the bathroom.

There was a lot of weedsmoke in the bathroom. Did I mention the show did not start a gothic inch before 2 AM?

Brian Eno once quipped that Americans are too revealing about their personal lives. Oberbeck, a German-cum-Brit, also remains elusive about her personal life and has few words for the world of art. Read up detectives! You will quickly find out she likes fags and hates the gym.

Well, No Bra whipped through her set of top-free hits; she sang along with her laptop to most of “Dance and Walk,” with some new songs I didn’t recognize.

No Bra is a project that is one part “a retarded take on romance,” and several other parts cultural commentary on masculinity, “art,” and dance. And the only mention I’ll make of the obvious NB performance feature is that Oberbeck plays with the only woo woos she has in the same way Eno plays with the same guitar strings that came with his first guitar.

There is a funny flame about No Bra and Fischerspooner on Brooklynvegan.com, (http://www.brooklynvegan.com/archives/2009/05/fischerspooner_4.html).

I don’t know what it is about the area we live in, but we are either battling gunshots from the gang house behind us (although they have been quiet lately) or trying to sleep through all the racket at the party house. The party house is a house directly to the side of our house with a big garage. Every night the party house has a party within their garage…not even in their house, but in their garage. Come on, people? Who does this? It hasn’t really bothered me too much. That is until I noticed that every night this week (so far) they have had their garage up and their lights going along with a huge TV in the garage and then the reverb of the music singing me sweet lullabies as I try to sleep and count sheep to the beats of the noise.  I mean if you have a 3000 square foot house, wouldn’t you use it….rather than the garage?

At first I thought this might be the man-cave, but there are lots of parked cars out there (and not just guys) hanging out in the garage….maybe hanging out in the garage is what people do out here in Arizona….if you ask me it is weird.

 Call me crazy, but if I had a large, 2 story house, I would be inside the house! Weird if you ask me….. or am I just becoming irritable in my old age (don’t answer that)….but, hey! I told you how important sleep is to me….you don’t want to go there!

Have I mentioned I am not a people person….

Eureka Boardwalk Condos Transformed Into Rentals

Only $1,100 a week.  Good.  Our hotels and motels need more competition.

Upside is you can do this at home too if your mortgage is underwater.

http://www.bayfrontone.com/

Is this what redevelopment is all about?

And just for laughs there this, remember?

Forget Grow Houses:  Large Loud Parties Coming Soon to Your Neighborhood
By Larry Harmon | Published Wednesday, Aug. 13, 2008
Zonna Pennell lives in the 3400 block of Keats Street in Point Loma, midway up the hill above Nimitz on a short segment of the street that has eight houses of eclectic style. She says longtime residents occupy most of the homes, but when the housing boom went to bust, new buyers turned two of the biggest places into vacation rentals.

http://highboldtage.wordpress.com/?s=vacation+rentals&searchsubmit=Find+%C2%BB

Ok here’s the thing, a certain group of my friends and I are quite the “party animals”, as in we go out usually every week. What I have noticed over the past few weeks and months is that the crowds at our usual places seem to be thinning. When I say this, I don’t mean like just a few people, or a few cars less in the parking lot. I mean, like there is a noticeable amount more open floor space, and less warm bodies inside these places than before.

Places I have noticed this phenomenon include: Party House (Had to close because of lack of paying customers), Ruby Blue (used to be so full you couldn’t even move on the floor, now it’s declining), Truth (Again, used to be packed, now slowly dying or so it seems), Tanza Night (Again, was full, seems to be getting less and less). However, on the opposite face of the coin, other places I have been to (Casablanca) seem to be getting fuller and fuller.

Now, the logical solution that most of you are probably screaming to me right now is why don’t you simply go to Casablanca? Well because they play awful music. What you hear on the radio? Yeah, they take that and add a beat and call it house music. What a travesty. I’m assuming that the trend of increasing audience and decreasingly decent music continues at other places similar to Casablanca, IE what I like to call “jock clubs” such as Manhattan, Vacca Matta etc.

Or, maybe it is just the way things go. Clubs surge and ebb in popularity, as the standard club goer gets bored and moves onto newer, fresher pastures. In which case I need to start broadening my horizons. I hate “jock clubs” so I would probably only ever go to “The Hat” once just to say I’ve been there and never go again. But there are a number of other places which may have potential, such as Taboo in Sandton or Submission in Honeydew.

Have any of you ever been to either of the above places? Would you recommend it? Give me a rundown if you have been to those places or know anything about them? Thanks.

Zonna Pennell lives in the 3400 block of Keats Street in Point Loma, midway up the hill above Nimitz on a short segment of the street that has eight houses of eclectic style. She says longtime residents occupy most of the homes, but when the housing boom went to bust, new buyers turned two of the biggest places into vacation rentals.

As of last weekend (May 23^rdish), I felt socially deprived, slightly underworked, cold, and fairly sheltered from the surrounding areas of my little corner of Vermont. I used my GPS to get to the grocery store (two turns and one mile away), I was going to bed at fairly decent hours, and I was speaking to my father, friends from home, and cousin on a regular basis. I did laundry every few days, made my bed before I left the house consistently, and always had time for a bowl of one of my two favorite kinds of cereal-cinnamon Life or Frosted Mini Wheats.

That, my friends, has all changed.

This past week marks a noticeable difference in my day-to-day, and I’m still getting used to it. I’m close to socially drained at this point, as I spent time with so many new people this weekend. The weather’s warming up, leaving me wearing shorts (can you believe it?!) to bed and occasionally opening my window. I’ve all but forgotten the notion of wearing socks in the shower to keep warm, though when I mentioned it to K, she laughed her head off. I know it’s not feasible-I just wish it was. Additionally, my six blankets have now been subtracted down to just three. I have gotten into bed at around two thirty, three o’clock every morning for the past five days or so, and my bed has yet to be properly made before I leave the house. That’s my next goal-to leave myself 3 minutes to fix it the right way. I routinely grab a small ziplock bag with cereal and fill a nalgene bottle with milk on my way out of the door, and consume my breakfast of deliciousness at my desk while checking my work-related emails. My father and I catch up as much as we can, but he made the comment the other day that I’m beginning to remind him of the son in Harry Chapin’s “Cat’s in the Cradle.” He was joking, of course, but it does seem like I am channeling the subject of that song from time to time. My friends and cousin must think I’m a horrible person, though I can’t help my lack of free time before an ungodly hour. I’ll make it up to you guys somehow, I promise. My laundry piles up until I realize that my stock of clean clothing is becoming limited, and even then I have been known to wear a pair of jeans a few times more than once. Don’t pretend to be disgusted…you know you’re the same way. I haven’t turned on my GPS to get directions in days, except when I traveled 20 minutes outside of the area I’m familiar with.

Underworked? Hardly. I have now been subjected to what life is like working with deadlines in regards to this particular magazine, and I don’t mind it too much. To be fair, I am quite used to it. For those of you who don’t know, I was the feature editor of my high school newspaper for a time, so I’m used to the periodical timeline issues. Still, this is a much bigger fish I’m frying (with Cajun seasoning, of course), and I’m occasionally swamped with assignments. As of right now, my duties primarily consist of being a sort of liaison between our company and the stylists, advertisers, photographers, florists, and the like. I went on a photo shoot with K and S last week, which was an adventure in itself. We left at 7pm Thursday to drive the 7 hours to Ithaca, New York. I drove the last leg in our super nice rental SUV, and I’m still puzzled as to how I made it to the hotel without falling asleep. In the morning, we had the photo shoot, and it was a whirlwind of meeting with people and coordinating everything. We made it happen though, and everything turned out fantastic. As of this week, we’ve been working hard on making deadline, and I anticipate a few late nights coming up. Last night, I was at the office until 9:30 with K and S, and tonight, 6. This is what I’m here for, though, and I’m loving it for the most part.

Socially deprived? That’s the main thing I can say with full confidence has changed 100%. Ready for more initials? I’m not sure if you can handle it, but here we go. If you don’t care to read the day-by-day, skip down to the next section.

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Saturday night, I went downtown and met a new friend of mine, JB (Jersey Boy), as per P’s recommendation (they’re pretty much best friends). We ate dinner at Ri Ra’s and then went back to the house-where 2 of his friends were watching the LOST finale on their laptop. I was very eager to watch it, so after being filled in on what had come up in the first hour, we watched it. Later, JB and 2 other guys and I went out downtown. They’re so fun, and really took care of me the whole time-just good guys. I ended up staying down there for the night, as I didn’t feel comfortable driving 30 minutes so late in the night…or early in the morning, as it were.

Because it was so late and I had had a drink or two, I crashed at the party house (what I’ve dubbed the house where I know everyone from downtown) and woke up early the next morning. JB cooked breakfast, and we had it sitting on the porch of their house. I really have changed my views on Jersey boys in general. After meeting JB and P, I’m shocked that they can be polite, considerate, funny, and quiet on occasion. In the south, we have this idea that people from Jersey are brash, loud, and harsh. Good to know that it isn’t true. It was cool hanging out for a while with JB, and I hope to chill with him again soon. I left after a while, and went to get ready for my crazy day.

Next on the agenda was spending time with a pretty amazing duo that I met recently. BD is a 25-year-old corrections…person with the most amazing 2-year-old daughter, M. (BD stands for “Big Daddy,” as he’s 6′3ish…and a daddy.) I met up with them Sunday afternoon to help volunteer at a humane society fundraiser…cute, right? We had a great time, and I for sure have a new favorite person- M. (Thought I was going to say you, eh BD? Eh, close second.) M’s the most amazing little person, and I’m having a hard time not sitting here gushing about her cute laugh, sense of style (though that’s more BD than anything, I’m sure), adorable sleepiness when she gets up from a nap, and the precious way she says, “Jana.” I’ll try to contain myself here, for sake of blog space. After the fundraiser where I played the very exciting “chase me around, Jana, because I’m playing hide and seek even though I don’t really get it” game more than raised funds, we went back to BD’s house where he cooked me lunch while M took a nap. I left a little while later, onto my next adventure.

An hour after I left BD’s house, I needed to be 45 minutes away to meet another friend and still had to stop off at home. I rushed around, lost my keys for a while, and finally made it downtown, 15 minutes or so late. I met TB at Ri Ra’s, and we went to a great Italian restaurant called Three Tomatoes. TB’s a 27 year old British guy…hence TB (token Brit…not tuberculosis) who currently lives in Montreal. I had so much fun just listening to his accent and hearing about the world from someone who had so many stamps in his passport, it got voided at the airport as a result of there being no room for more. We went to the waterfront (typical, right?) and then Red Square for a drink. I honestly had a great time, and we have plans to go do something outdoorsy on Sunday. As an aside, we discussed my blog at length (he’s an avid reader, or so he claims), and I encouraged him to start one. This man is in a different city or country every week with his job, so I felt he had plenty of interesting things to write about. Surprisingly, he took my advice! He started his own blog, and judging by the first one, it’s got great potential to be a hit. You guys should bookmark it and follow along- Around the World in 80 Blogs. By the way, as you’re reading it, you have to envision the author speaking in a great British accent…it makes it that much better, in my opinion. We left Red Square and said goodnight at around 11:30 or so, and I started walking to my car, unknowing that I was about to start my next adventure…

As I walked past a bar called Nectar’s, I stopped to say hey to JB, who works there. I was about to leave a few minutes later when I saw one of the guys who had been watching LOST the other day walking past. He encouraged me to come inside for a while, and even though I had to work the next day, I decided an hour or so couldn’t hurt. Most people in my phone have a nickname- Jessy “Big Pimpin’” XXXX, Chip “Sexy Lovin’” XXXXX, Matt “Bootylicious” XXXXX, etc. I don’t know how that started, but it’s fun. When I asked this guy what he wanted his name to be, he said “McSexy.” So that’s what we’ve basically been referring to him by for the past few days, and it’s been pretty funny. So MS and I had fun and hung out for a while, I met tons more people, and finally got home late that night.

As another aside, I’d like to say that I typically wouldn’t have gone into such detail about friends, but a few have been hounding me to mention them on this world famous blog (*ahem* Mcsexy *ahem*), so here you guys go! I’ve had fun with you all.

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So that was my weekend! Now, faithful blog readers, you may be able to comprehend why the term, “socially deprived” no longer fits. I’ve got more on the agenda as well in the coming days, though it’s mostly with the same people. I feel very fortunate to have met so many amazing people so quickly, and I really love it…though I’m not sure how much longer I can keep up the staying out/up until 3am thing. This week is going to continue to be crazy in regards to work, but that’s what I’m here for, so I am intent on pulling it off with flying colors.

I have decided that I really should work my blogs to be a bit smaller, but I haven’t figured out just quite how to do so. If you faithfully read such nonsensical musings, I applaud you.

Next blog-An interesting realization I’m coming to in terms of what I want out of life.

Photo: Sunset over NY mountains on the way to Ithaca.

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