As I write this, I am recovering from the two day drinking and business binge that was the XBiz Hollywood Conference. There was a great business vibe in the air for the whole show, the seminars were interesting, and the parties were, um, ok. But there was tons of free booze, which made up for any shortcomings of the parties themselves.

The night before the show, there was a party in the Roosevelt Hotel lobby. By the way, the Roosevelt Hotel is super nice. I went to the party planning to only stay for an hour or two and not get drunk, but someone I met challenged me to a shot contest, and I ended up getting completely smashed, somehow catching a cab home, and passing out after talking jibberish for slightly less than an hour.

When I woke up the next day, I felt energized and ready to attend a talk on the .xxx issue. The fact that I felt great further proves that there is, in fact, a difference between brands of liquor. I pounded about fifteen shots of Belvedere the night before, and I doubt that I would have felt the same if I had pounded fifteen shots of Popov. The .xxx talk was pretty heated because Stuart Lawley (the person who began the .xxx movement) from ICM was on the panel. I was hoping that chairs would be thrown at him by angry industry professionals, but unfortunately that did not happen. Rather than describe the panel, I’ll just point you to my boy Q’s detailed write-up of the event.

Following the .xxx panel, I immediately started getting trashed at the Tropicana Bar where the average drink is $14. The dent in my wallet was only temporary, as an open bar started at 4:30PM, and there was an open bar at 2PM in the XBiz suite. I staggered over to Hooters for a few minutes, but had to leave to make it back to the XBiz suite for their party.

XBiz had the Marilyn Monroe Suite in the Roosevelt Hotel. They also had some hot go-go dancers, two bars, and so many people that they ended up having some problems with the fire marshall. The suite was absoutely amazing. It was three stories, the third being a huge rooftop area.

I left the XBiz suite to head over to the AdultSpace party at a hot Hollywood club. I want to personally thank AdultSpace for delivering on absoutely nothing that they promised for the party (notice how they don’t get a link). My group and I had to buy bottles and deal with a bunch of Hollywood bullshit to get into the club even though we were supposed to be on the magical AdultSpace VIP list, and once we got inside, we realized that there were about five people from the adult industry in the club. There was, however, a constant line of Persian guys in Diesel jeans waiting for the bathroom so they could do lines of coke off their friends cocks. After spending the better portion of my life savings on our bottles, I staggered out of the club.

After the club, I went to a strip club for a few minutes. The strip club was fully nude, so there was no booze, which made me a little uncomfortable. I bought a few lapdances, had a stripper offer to blow me, and did a bunch of nose candy. Not too much to talk about there.

This is where my night really starts getting hazy. I blacked out for about half an hour, and when I regained consciousness, I was on the bed of someone’s hotel room. I quickly realized that I was in the room of a well-known male pornstar I had met earlier in the night. There was some type of exchange between us, and the next thing I knew I was watching him fuck some chick he had brought back with him. Mind you this is a king size bed and I was roughly two feet away from all of the action, but I was so gone at this point of the night that watched while going in and out of consciousness.

I don’t know how I did it, but I made it back to my place finally and passed out. When I woke up this morning, I felt great.

I slept until about 2PM, so I had to hurry to the Roosevelt Hotel to catch Larry Flint giving the final keynote address. This was the main reason that I registered for the show, and it did not disappoint at all. Larry Flint is an amazing guy, and he talked about the First Amendment, the future of porn, Paris Hilton (whom he called a ‘two-bit slut’), and various other political issues.

I was really inspired by his determination to fight for his First Amendment rights. Larry Flint doesn’t give a fuck. I could go on and on about all of the amazing things that he said, but I’ll sum it up by quoting his response to the question “Are you proud to be a pornographer?” Without skipping a beat (this was definitely his fastest answer to any question posed), he said loudly, “I’m proud to be a pornographer.” Larry motherfucking Flint.

I had a couple drinks at the Tropicana Bar and in the XBiz suite after the keynote address, but I skipped the XBiz Awards tonight to do some work at home. The show was ultimately very productive, and it definitely ended on a high note with Larry Flint’s address.

Now it’s time to start making some money with the new contacts I made during the show.

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