The Dark Side of La Force

You may ask, Jonni what have you been up to the last couple of weeks?

At which point I’ll answer :

What have I been up to this last couple of weeks?  Well… let’s see, Saturday morning, with no sleep and just 4 hours after taking a shot  called Silk Panties (first shot I’ve had in well over 3 years as I typically don’t drink) and another shot called the Harry Potter (which resulted in half the bar being lit on fire) at the Barcelona in Manhattan, I found myself boarding a plane at JFK on my way home to Houston.

Here’s some unedited footage of my suite at The London, 2 blocks from 5th Ave in New York City.  I repeat, it’s unedited, so I don’t actually recommend watching it.

Sure had a blast with my brother in NYC.

My flight was delayed when we had to make an emergency landing in Jackson, Mississippi as one of the passengers was dying, so I only got into Houston with just enough time to grab some food, shower and head straight to the Beyonce concert with my friend Danielle.

Back at the airport just 6 days later, I found out from the lady behind the Jet Blue counter that the passenger on the flight home, had survived, and was doing fine last they heard.

I hopped a plane to LA where I not only met some super fun cats from Sydney, Australia,

but I also met my favorite human being on the planet, Eben Pagan.  

So what do you do when you finally meet the guy you’ve been listening to on audio or video every day for the past 7 years, the person you consider your teacher, your mentor, your guru?  Well, if you’re Jonni La Force, you walk up and whisper in his ear “You’re a total dork… and everyone knows it.”

Yeah, I was obviously functioning on pure brainstem at that point.  But in my defense, in his dating program for guys he points out that his favorite way to tease a girl is to call her a dork, so it was actually a reference to that.  Plus there were 400 people at his seminar, all acting like he was their hero, therefore it was probably less boring for him that way.

Here’s me whispering in his ear.

Of course after an intense 26 hour seminar, followed by networking with other successful business people, I met up with my old friend Johnny B in North Holly wood.  I watched his ghetto metal band Blaxmyth rehearse,  and even jammed with them a little.  You may have seen them on the Fuse channel last year.

Next we headed off to the titty bar where I got kicked out for taking this awesome footage.

But how was I supposed to know you can’t do that sort of thing?  It’s not like I’m going to strip clubs often enough to memorize the rules.

It was a good thing I got kicked out though, as it was definitely time for me to head to bed.  I am attending Jeff Walker’s Product Launch Management Training and Certification program tomorrow, which starts bright and early at 8am, and with a $25,000 price tag, I definitely want to be at my best.

Just another couple of weeks in the life of a modern wild woman.