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The Hunt

Thursday, September 11th, 2008

Curiosity can sometimes lead to compulsion, but that doesn’t stop me from being on the 24/7 lookout for cool new stuff to do, buy, and experience. I believe that maintaining a healthy interest in what’s around you is part and parcel of the hiving lifestyle, because who knows when you may come across the next cool venue for a party, your weekend date plan, that conversation-starting lapel pin…I could go on.  I do love the hunt.

Of course, it helps when you’re actually hunting with a purpose – which, in yesterday’s case, was the next hiving ::party with a purpose.  Michelle and I checked out the new rooftop of the Thompson Hotel in Beverly Hills, with the hope of coming up with a sexy, clever party idea to match our surroundings. Whether or not we stage something there, you should know about it for your own hiving plans – whether a sushi sampling dinner with a group of friends delivered from Bond St downstairs, or a cocktail klatch on a Wednesday night (when they reportedly have a new promoter on board), I highly recommend.

Today, my curious eye strayed from LA Mill in Silverlake, where I was having a meeting, to the windows of Yolk, a brilliant design store next door, so I just had to have a look afterwards. I loved these little silicone stem markers called Vinotagz – you can write on them and attach them to guest’s wine glasses so everyone knows whose is whose. AND afterwards they can be used as napkin rings. AND the nifty box it comes in fits over the top of a wine bottle to label it as a gift. That’s a lot of reuse for a mere $12.50. Love it.

Sometimes the hunt leads to just a straight up purchase without a purpose. While it may end up languishing in my gift closet, but this rocker wallet that says, “I’m sick of being an artist. I want to be a pop star” was too hysterical to pass up.

I Want to Be a Pop Star

I Want to Be a Pop Star

That sentiment seems so applicable to life, really. Maybe I’ll become a pop star? Maybe I’ll keep the wallet myself.

Nothing like a bountiful hunt.