Hollywood: Tuesday Night
Tonight I supposedly went to a musical munch. The ostensible deal was for kinksters to meet and chat and maybe dance. But I got to the place -- a 45 minute drive -- and found no one from the group was there.
Fucking flaky LA!
I swear, this town is le dernier cri in flakiness. For someone to organize an event and then i) not show up and ii) not email anybody is the height of rudeness. I did have other stuff I could've been doing tonight -- stuff involving my family and friends. But no. I had to go to the event that you FLAKED OUT ON LIKE SOME KIND OF TOASTER STRUDEL, YOU FRIVOLOUS FUCKS.
The first little while by the bar was kind of uncomfortable too. I sat beside this woman who's was completely and utterly LA. The first thing she asked me (and I kid you not) was: "How old are you?" I blinked a whole bunch of times and told her that was a singularly odd question. But I was honest -- I told her straight out. One reason was that I was already tipsy. The second was that she looked like she'd had work done and I wanted to see what she'd say. So I told her and then pointedly did not ask her age. She pointedly told me. I pointedly did not say "you look good" because while she did look youthful, it was in that Botoxed way. She told me she was 50. I believed it. She pulled out her phone and texted right in the middle of our conversation. She talked about nothing but facelifts and how she'd never have one done. She said "I get happier every year I'm alive" and in my head I was all: yeah, and you came to this bar alone.
Despite all this, I managed to have a decent time. I forgot when I ordered my drink that it was two for one Tuesdays, so before I knew it there were two gimlets sitting on the bar. For the uninitiated, a gimlet is just basically vodka and lime juice, although the mandarin-flavored vodka gives it an extra twist. So that was a lot to drink.
I sat at the bar, texted the chibi, read the LA Weekly and found a bunch of cool things going on in town. When I started to feel too tipsy I chowed down on pulled pork and salad greens. All of it was very good. I even struck up a conversation with the guy next to me, who was seemingly totally absorbed in cell-phone blackjack. But George Reynolds turned out to be a really nice guy. He had this dream about sailing around the world and actually knew so much about it that it seemed like he could pull it off. We talked navigation for awhile, as well as the routes and times of year he'd have to go to make the trip. It would be a five month tour. I wished him luck. He gave me a hearty handshake and a kiss on the cheek for my trouble.
There was a club on Boardners' patio afterwards rife with gay guys and hipsters. The opening act was Father Tiger . 80's-style synthpop is huge these days. I first got a taste of how big with the Colour Thirteen, who are a little more mellow than the band I saw tonight. They bounced around a bit too much for hipster-looking guys. Chill out hipsters. You're supposed to act like you don't care.
After a short break the stage featured Big in Japan, a sythpop cover band featuring three girls dressed like those chicks in the iconic Simply Irrresistable video. Here they are doing Frankie. Aren't they cute?
They were loads of fun and I _so_ have new ideas for karaoke. Watch out local bars. I'm comin' to GIT 'cha.
Fucking flaky LA!
I swear, this town is le dernier cri in flakiness. For someone to organize an event and then i) not show up and ii) not email anybody is the height of rudeness. I did have other stuff I could've been doing tonight -- stuff involving my family and friends. But no. I had to go to the event that you FLAKED OUT ON LIKE SOME KIND OF TOASTER STRUDEL, YOU FRIVOLOUS FUCKS.
The first little while by the bar was kind of uncomfortable too. I sat beside this woman who's was completely and utterly LA. The first thing she asked me (and I kid you not) was: "How old are you?" I blinked a whole bunch of times and told her that was a singularly odd question. But I was honest -- I told her straight out. One reason was that I was already tipsy. The second was that she looked like she'd had work done and I wanted to see what she'd say. So I told her and then pointedly did not ask her age. She pointedly told me. I pointedly did not say "you look good" because while she did look youthful, it was in that Botoxed way. She told me she was 50. I believed it. She pulled out her phone and texted right in the middle of our conversation. She talked about nothing but facelifts and how she'd never have one done. She said "I get happier every year I'm alive" and in my head I was all: yeah, and you came to this bar alone.
Despite all this, I managed to have a decent time. I forgot when I ordered my drink that it was two for one Tuesdays, so before I knew it there were two gimlets sitting on the bar. For the uninitiated, a gimlet is just basically vodka and lime juice, although the mandarin-flavored vodka gives it an extra twist. So that was a lot to drink.
I sat at the bar, texted the chibi, read the LA Weekly and found a bunch of cool things going on in town. When I started to feel too tipsy I chowed down on pulled pork and salad greens. All of it was very good. I even struck up a conversation with the guy next to me, who was seemingly totally absorbed in cell-phone blackjack. But George Reynolds turned out to be a really nice guy. He had this dream about sailing around the world and actually knew so much about it that it seemed like he could pull it off. We talked navigation for awhile, as well as the routes and times of year he'd have to go to make the trip. It would be a five month tour. I wished him luck. He gave me a hearty handshake and a kiss on the cheek for my trouble.
There was a club on Boardners' patio afterwards rife with gay guys and hipsters. The opening act was Father Tiger . 80's-style synthpop is huge these days. I first got a taste of how big with the Colour Thirteen, who are a little more mellow than the band I saw tonight. They bounced around a bit too much for hipster-looking guys. Chill out hipsters. You're supposed to act like you don't care.
After a short break the stage featured Big in Japan, a sythpop cover band featuring three girls dressed like those chicks in the iconic Simply Irrresistable video. Here they are doing Frankie. Aren't they cute?
Click to viewThey were loads of fun and I _so_ have new ideas for karaoke. Watch out local bars. I'm comin' to GIT 'cha.