Red Bull is still running through my veins
I bartended last night for the first time in three years. And I rocked it. Had to brush up on a few cocktails/drinks, but hey, bartending must be in my blood. I'll have to admit, I totally pumped up my bar xperience before I applied for the job, but I didn't even really apply for the bartending job. I applied to be a server at this French restaurant in Beverly Hills. And the bar manager told me I would hardly make anything because it's not as popular of a restaurant as it is a bar at night for private parties and events. And I told him, well, if he needed bartending shifts picked up, I could do it. And I left it at that, thinking he wouldn't really call me. He called me an hour later wondering if I could work the next day. I couldn't but, he put me on for three shifts the following week (first one being last night), all three the busiest nights of the week. It was a private party tonight for some R&B singer. One of the dancers from R&B singer's crew hit on me and left me not his number, but his modeling comp card because 'that's all he had'. HAH! One of the countless things I love about living in L.A., which I need to start actually writing down. Because in all honesty, I actually do love living here. I'm working and going after what I love to do.
And in awesome news, TWO of the 'Beverly Hills Film Festival Official After Parties' are being held there next week. And guess who's on the guest list? Mr. Brad Pitt and Mr. Keanu Reeves. ...And I'm working both of those after parties. Fantastic...There's a possibility of me serving a Heineken to Brad Pitt. I know he's just a person, but hey, he's still an incredibly hot man.
I feel like I live in the city now. Not like, live here, but literally, live in a CITY. The places Melanie and I lived before were in the valley. But a few weeks ago we moved over to the other side of the hill near Larchmont Village (very trendy area with mansions)/Korea town adjacent (not so trendy looking area with lots of Asian signs). I hear helicopters, people yelling trying to sell the food/fruit from their van, kids actually playing in the streets, a woman honking her horn to make her son get out of the house and get into the car; I actually hear and see PEOPLE. Not always good people, there's a reason Hollywood is also called Hollyweird. I was at the laundry mat for the first time in like months (I have a lot of underwear so it takes me awhile to build up enough to actually go wash it), and there was this guy that got into a verbal battle with this other guy trying to get money for a rehab type place for recovering drug addicts. The guy was literally yelling at him in jibberish. It was like something out of 'Team America' except in 'Team America' the Middle Easterns at least said words in an actual language like Muhamad Muhamad Jihad.
The street we're living on reminds me of an ok part of New York, even though I've never been there, but what I would think would look like an area of an ok part of New York. And we live on a number street. Yeah!
And I still have Red Bull running through my veins from last night. Ugh, I can't drink that sh*t past 11pm. I went to bed at like 4am and got up bright and chipper at 10am. Ah, well, let the day begin!
And in awesome news, TWO of the 'Beverly Hills Film Festival Official After Parties' are being held there next week. And guess who's on the guest list? Mr. Brad Pitt and Mr. Keanu Reeves. ...And I'm working both of those after parties. Fantastic...There's a possibility of me serving a Heineken to Brad Pitt. I know he's just a person, but hey, he's still an incredibly hot man.
I feel like I live in the city now. Not like, live here, but literally, live in a CITY. The places Melanie and I lived before were in the valley. But a few weeks ago we moved over to the other side of the hill near Larchmont Village (very trendy area with mansions)/Korea town adjacent (not so trendy looking area with lots of Asian signs). I hear helicopters, people yelling trying to sell the food/fruit from their van, kids actually playing in the streets, a woman honking her horn to make her son get out of the house and get into the car; I actually hear and see PEOPLE. Not always good people, there's a reason Hollywood is also called Hollyweird. I was at the laundry mat for the first time in like months (I have a lot of underwear so it takes me awhile to build up enough to actually go wash it), and there was this guy that got into a verbal battle with this other guy trying to get money for a rehab type place for recovering drug addicts. The guy was literally yelling at him in jibberish. It was like something out of 'Team America' except in 'Team America' the Middle Easterns at least said words in an actual language like Muhamad Muhamad Jihad.
The street we're living on reminds me of an ok part of New York, even though I've never been there, but what I would think would look like an area of an ok part of New York. And we live on a number street. Yeah!
And I still have Red Bull running through my veins from last night. Ugh, I can't drink that sh*t past 11pm. I went to bed at like 4am and got up bright and chipper at 10am. Ah, well, let the day begin!