Today on Alphabet City: Jon Paul dabbles in LA’s Gay Pride before finding out what Hollywood thinks of his book.
New York and Los Angeles are two cities on opposite coasts that might as well exist in opposite worlds. New York, the World’s Financial Capital—compact yet tall with the odor of money. Los Angeles, the World’s Entertainment Capital—sprawling yet short with the smell of celebrity. But cross-country flights act like an umbilical cord for these city twins separated at birth—remained inexplicably intertwined in ways that can only be comprehended by someone who lives in either, and has cause to frequent the other. Growing up in Dallas, smack dab in the middle of the country, a three-hour plane ride to Hollywood seemed like a journey to the end of the Earth. But New Yorkers think nothing of using the dozens of hourly trans-continental airline crossings like a commuter railway.
My own transportation to the West Coast got a little more palatable several years back with the launch of JetBlue—a company I got to know closely in my years of handing out the Condé Nast Traveler Top Airline Award year after year. So they were natural for me to approach for support of the Alphabet City Book Tour, and they nicely sent a few travel vouchers my way. Alert: that was a full disclosure as required by FCC regulations. But I don’t think my readers begrudge the support I get from some of my corporate sponsors. An indie author/blogger girl has to make a living, right? And I’m going to tell you like it is—including, quite frankly, these vouchers aren’t the easiest to use—a return trip from the West Coast requires 3 stopovers on the way back, ugh.
So here’s my take: having traveled through nearly a hundred airports worldwide, JetBlue has done a genius job of remaking its JFK terminal to look like it belongs more in Scandinavia than America. The seat back TVs give me a chance to catch episodes of pop culture phenomenons that I have no interest in watching on the ground. As if my standards plummet at 30,000 feet. Just ten minutes of watching a painful Bethenny Getting Married? and I completely understood why there’s a question mark at the end of that title. But give me a Kathy Griffin special and a few episodes of HGTV’s House Hunters International and I’ll forget that I had to pay an additional $60 to snag an Exit Row seat.
My national tour sponsor Kimpton has me staying at Hotel Palomar LA Westwood which earned my love with a just right infusion of ‘70s chic, along with a welcome basil & ginger mojito paired with fresh guacamole and chips. They even gave me a complimentary ride to the 40th Anniversary LA Gay Pride Parade to meet up with my Texas friend Larry—who agreed to show me how they party in West Hollywood and round up some friends for a Book Party.
I highly recommend visiting any city during Gay Pride festivities—typically reserved boys turn into welcome wagons, and the gorgeous men at The Abbey were no exception. Many guys stopped to ask me where they could buy the Aaron Krach original designed Alphabet City t-shirt I was wearing, as well as get a close-up look at my Sydney Opera House tattoo. But the real stars were the acrobatic performers in AussieBums stretching their legs in ways I haven’t seen since Alphabet City’s Episode 13 at the Bangkok bathhouse.
The Pride spirit definitely continued into the next day as I went about spreading the gospel of Alphabet City. The Four Seasons Beverly Hills hosted an intimate catch-up luncheon with some celebrity publicist pals. The restaurant Culina that opened last March is a dramatic makeover of the previous space featuring rich woods and the only certified crudo spot in town. If you’re in the mood for a celebrity helping with your meal, this spot always delivers—Smokey Robinson was in the house.
More entertainment industry friends showed up for the Hotel Palomar LA hosted event benefitting the National Gay and Lesbian Task Force. I was honored that Task Force Board Member Vince Wong showed up since he had just finished organizing LA’s Gay Pride Parade. Thanks to all my friends who showed their support with generous donations to my non-profit sponsor.
Then it was over the mountain and through the traffic to Larry’s Studio City abode, a drive made all that much easier in my very (eco) stylish Hyundai Santa Fe. Like Goldilocks, I’m usually never happy with my car situation in Hollywood—they’re either too large and garish, or too small and scary. But thanks to the team at Hyundai (via my great friends at Ketchum), the Hyundai is just right in every sense of the word. It has great pick up when I need to get past the irritating truck on the 405, and enough quick maneuvering capabilities when I’m about to miss a turn. It also helpfully flashes a green “eco” sign when you are in the sustainability zone. This is a great car for a girl on the go schlepping around books, blow-up posters, faux Oscar statues—everything you need to deliver an Alphabet City Book Club Party-in-a-Box!
Larry and his partner Mike earn extra credit for turning out a crowd on a Monday night, many of whom were still recovering from Pride. Whole Foods Market Sherman Oaks East helped out with some affordable and delicious party edibles. As someone who shops pretty much exclusively at WFM thanks to Chef being a Chef there, I know you don’t have to spend your “whole paycheck” if you plan ahead and know where to look for value. My hosts rounded out their selection of local cheeses with WFM’s 365 brand of crackers and salsa and olives, along with some other party necessities, all for under $100.
The result? A happy crowd that bought multiple books as gifts for friends! That’s what I call Happy Pride.
I’m thrilled to see that Alphabet City is resonating on the West Coast. Maybe it’s like an ambassador really, helping bridge that divide between New York and LA.