The one with all the cousins

Another Ro Show, another sartorial surprise. Of ALL the places you can find girls in fishnet stockings, lead singers in tight circus pants and top hats, and someone playing the handbells in a tight circus freak tee, this one's the BEST! And this particular show that we went to a couple Saturdays ago was especially special because it was apparently official cousin night!

Michelle and Darren's cousin Dennis, who lives in NoHo, joined us for circus freak/cousin night!
And mine and Wen's cousin, Pat, along with his girlfriend Genevieve, just can't stay away from the Ro Show!!
Wen, Pat and I mug for the camera. As all Piatt's are extraordinarily good-looking and photogenic, we cannot help ourselves.
Pat's always been jealous of how pretty I am, and tries to even out the playing field. Unfortunately for him, my left eye is my best feature. Plot foiled!


Pat and his friends THINK they're really fancy and came in a limo...
But WE know that nowadays, parking far away and walking is the REALLY fancy and elegant thing to do. "We've.. got.. elegance. If you ain't.. got.. elegance. You can never ever carry!.. it off!" (10 points and a personalized blog entry to anyone who gets the reference.)

The one where I forgot the drummer's name.

In all my VIPness and looking down my nose at people who weren't, I unforgivably looked over the fact that the drummer I cut out of the picture has a name and that name is "Rich." Sorry Rich. You are an integral cog in the Poet machine. And an excellent IHOP waiter.

The one where Megan is cooler than I am

So... it's official. I am no longer qualified to be Megan's friend as she has surpassed us all in her cool and hotness factor. Megan plays viola in a hip hop band that performed in Orange County last Friday and they officially stole the show. No argument. Sorry The Dream. Keep Dreaming. And MUCH to the excitement of all the screaming fans, I sang in the choir for the last number! It was an AWESOME night! With all access backstage passes and VIP passes to the after party at a crazy club, I realized two things:

#1 - I was meant to be a VIP. It just comes naturally to me to look down my nose at people who don't have bracelets and passes that get them into ANYWHERE.

#2 - Clubbing IS my scene! I can't wait to go again!... (And by go again, I mean like in a couple months maybe, 'cause I'm actually still pretty tired even though it was two days ago. My feet still hurt and my ears are still ringing too. I mean, would it kill them to play the music just a little quieter?)

Though Megan is way more awesome and has diamonds on her face, I am pretty much super famous now. Darren now has to call my assistant if he wants to talk to me. I haven't found an assistant for free yet, so really I haven't let him talk to me this whole weekend.

Megan spends some time with the little people.

I try to at least look sexy like Megan. It didn't work out either. She's just better than me at everything!!

I'm pretty sure she knows it too. Below she scoffs at my inferiority.
I'm pretty sure her cat thinks it's cooler than me, too. Fine Rupert. You win. You always do.

(And yes. This IS an awesome picture of her cat. I know it. The cat knows it. My camera knows it. I think I really caught the essence of its evilness.)

Back to the show. Nate and I were STARVING and so naturally we tried to eat each other. That's show biz, baby. It is definitely a tough life us celebrities lead.
Then our hunger turns violent. Or this may have been after Nate found out that I had already eaten half of a cheeseburger before commiserating with him about being hungry. Sorry Nate. The burger and fries were cold leftovers of somebody else's so I don't think it really counted.

Poet's band. I'm pretty sure I accidentally cut the drummer out of the top left behind Poet. Unintentional, but if I had moved any farther over, I would have been standing in front of the ACTUAL photographer. Sorry drummer.

Pre-concert toast with VIP wine and dixie cups. That's how we used to do it at Biola.
And then Luke drinks right out of the bottle. Soooo not classy. Declasse.

The one at blue

Many weekends ago (read previous post) my sister had a show at the elusive Agoura Hills restaurant/nightclub, 'Blue' (see slightly hard to read sign in above picture). Once again, Wendy did NOT disappoint. There were fabulous musical displays of talent, inappropriate back up dancing and lyrics, once very sweaty Ro Chambeaux, a stripper pole and all manner of debauchery and frivolity. So basically your average Saturday night for the Edwards and Company. You know how we are.

Lauren and Bart tagged along and gave the show an enthusiastic thumbs up as well as a slightly disturbed facial expression. This is to be expected. The show is not for the faint of heart.

Michelle and her friends came along too!! Wild horses can't keep people away from this spectacular spectacle of a show! I apologize for Michelle's face. I couldn't keep her from making it in every single picture.

Wen and Ro. A musical treat for the ears AND eyes!

Wen, Ro and Hil take a bow.

Michelle and Jen unable to resist the mania that overtakes you at the Ro Show. Once again. I think there was something sour in one of Michelle's MANY drinks.

Lauren seduces the camera with her hypnotizing dance moves. Look out So You Think You Can Dance.

Wen and Brad. He's so dreamy.

Em and Dar. Too much hotness for one picture. Don't look directly at it or you will be under our spell.

Dar and Michelle on the stripper pole. As all brothers and sisters are at some point in their lives.

Another great show! Golly. If I had a nickel for every picture of my sister and I in front of a stripper pole, I would have SOOOO many... Oh, wait. No, yeah. Just the one nickel.

The one with the blog update

This is the e-mail I received from Molly today.

This could be a long email with lots of fun facts, but it will not be. I do not want my message to get lost in too many words. The purpose of my email is to relay three important words: UPDATE YOUR BLOG.

I know. I'm awful. But would it really be a my blog if there were not some sort of procrastination involved?

Here lies the reason for my neglect. I am super forgetful and easily overwhelmed. I forget to update when I meant to and then when the appropriate blogging window has passed for an event, I get overwhelmed about doing it. This feeling builds until another bloggable event occurs and the cycle continues. I even have a couple of blog posts I started by putting the pics in them, and then I get overwhelmed about what to write about them.

I know, I know, Molz. You will say "You can blog about whatever! Just a quick little note about something funny that happened to you one day!" ... Hmm. I guess this might work if funny things happened to me or I had any interesting thoughts. Here's what I did and thought today. Past out business cards, taught a piano lesson. Thought about when Lauren got out of class and wondered when the new season of the office starts. (It's this Thursday, if you wondering. Arjang, you were right after all.)

So anyway, to break the cycle, here is a picture of Darren trying to eat Tim's new kitten.

The one with the trashy family

So my sister Wendy's birthday party was last weekend, and the theme was white trash! Mummy was sick, and Annie is too classy so the celebratin' was left to the trashiest part of the family.  Dad, Wen and myself.  Dar and Lo are pretty trashy too, so they couldn't resist putting on their fancy t-shirts and making an appearance as well.

David Kim thought the theme was western.  We're too trashy to care.

Timmy provided the smoothies...

Richard provided the meats...

And Wen and I provided the trashy hotness.

Dar, Lo and David get the party going with some sweet dance moves.  

More dancing...  Check out the look Omar(the dog) is giving Lo.  This is about 30 seconds before he walked up and sniffed her butt.  Lo swears he bit her.

  Being asian.

All in all, it was the trashiest party ever!!  Hope you feel better Mom and stay classy Annabelle!

The one with Avada Kedavra!

It arrived!  Our night of destiny!!  Darren, Lauren, Rachel and I went to the Arclight to see Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince!  It is the 6th book/movie in the series and it was probably the most exciting 2 hours and 45 minutes I ever experienced!!!  (worst 2 hours... Transformers 2.)  We like to think of it as "the sexual climax of our summer of destiny" (Darren's words)  With glasses, lightning scars and wands at the ready we laughed, sighed, gasped, wept... and mostly giggled like wee school girls.  

                                                      Darren shows off his lightning scar.

Lo and I retrieve memories to put into the pensieve.  Lo's memory looks to be a most troubling one.
                                      Performing the unforgivable curses upon each other.

Lo endures the cruciatus.  Looking back, I'm not sure how her body can contort like that... I think I might have actually performed the spell.

   Rachel judges us.  She's in Slytherin.

And so another unfathomably awesome HP experience came and went.   There are two movies left.   I shall bring a vial of poisoned oak-matured mead to the last movie and drink it as the credits roll as I will have nothing left to live for and can then die to the Harry Potter theme music.  Avada Kedavra!!