None of this 'toe in the water' bullshit.

In the past 5 days I've been drunk 3 of them. This is a tradition that cannot continue, but there was no "getting my feet wet" in terms of the Hollywood social scene. I'd like to think I jumped right in.

With a little help from my friends of course.

Friday: Fiesta Cantina
Drinks: Margaritas (2)
Company: Matty and Ryan



I've never been drunker, and honestly remember very little about the night. Here is what I do remember. It started with Matt and I. We parked where WeHo meets Beverly Hills and trekked our way to the bar (being cool..and broke, we would NEVER pay for parking). Started off the night with a marg. Ordered one, but got two - much to my surprise. Later learned that Margaritas are two for one. I must make a mental note of that. Matt and I chilled outside and at some point I remember telling him that I was in a bubble. A soapy, glossy bubble. Why? I don't know. I was already feeling my tequila.

Met up with Ryan was was celebrating his impending move to San Fransisco. It was good to see him before he left. This is where the night gets fuzzy. Somewhere in this mess I got hit on, and responded with something bitchy before fluttering away. We got pizza, and (after rereading horribly misspelled text messages) I got lost in the bathroom (spelt 'bathromenw'). Next thing I know, we ended up in a different bar and soon were making our way back to Matt's car. I'd like to take this moment to apologize to the house in Beverly Hills that I peed on.

Monday: The Standard on Sunset
Drinks: Birthday Cake Shot (1), Grapefruit Gimlet (1)
Company: Alex and Katy



If you ever want to feel like you're part of the Hollywood scene, I'd swing by the Standard. It's everything you'd imagine an LA club to be. The night began at midnight (Happy 21st Alex!), and after a quest to find quarters to pay for my parking meter in front of the strip club, we entered the lobby to the Standard Hotel. Behind the concierge is a glass tank featuring a living, breathing woman. Reading, sleeping, doing whatever her little heart desires. Can I have that job, please?

The bouncer (a trendy Asian girl) wished Dobbs a happy birthday and we went inside. It took me a minute to adjust my eyes to the lighting. It was darker than I was used to. And purple. So much purple. I definitely tripped over a swinging chair (suspended from the ceiling) on my way in. Way to start the night, right? We get to the bar and proceed to drink a large number of drinks (I think Dobbs had 5 or 6) in a short period of time. One of the most enjoyable parts of the night was fighting Dobbs at the bar. We wouldn't let him pay for any of his drinks. The bartenders were on my side.

There was a hipster hip hop artist and DJ performing and after we felt our buzz, the dance floor was the next logical step. Dobbs, I'm still pissed that you didn't dance with that blond girl. She clearly wanted it. I danced with the hip hop artist, in her stretchy crazy pants.

Lady Katy bought us shots, but the Grapefruit Gimlet was definitely the best drink of the night. Much better than Dobbs's LA Water.

Lady Katy drove us home, and I love her for it.

Note to self: Next time, lose the tie and dress a little more hipster.

Tuesday: The Woods
Drinks: Lemon Drop (1), Mojito (1)
Company: Alex, Nora, Alex R., Justin, Max, Cassie, Adam



The Woods is an incredible bar. 0.3 Miles from my apartment. A 5 minute walk. Happy Hour is from 8pm to 10pm. This spells disaster in my future. the Lemon Drop Shot was the shot of the day and only cost 3 dollars. One night, I'm going to have too many of those and find myself on top of the table singing "Gosh it disturbs me to see you Gaston, looking so down in the dumps" - which I fought the urge to do all night. I blame the antler chandeliers.

The atmosphere was great. There was a decent crowd and Dobbs managed to get moderately drunk (Happy 21st Part Deux). Nora and I even managed to slip him a liquid cocaine shot. He was done in.

I left the bar at about midnight-thirty. Something about having to be up for work the next morning...

I awoke at about 2 to the sound of banging in my apartment. Dobbs had gotten home and was a disasterpiece. He crashed into everything in my apartment, including several things in the bathroom. According to his facebook this morning... it took him 23 minutes to find his pants from last night.

The highlight, however, was a buxom blond that walked by. She was a flash of hair, boobs, ass, and legs. Max and I are convinced that she didn't have a face. Max drew a picture.



All in all, it's been a great couple of days. But now I need to give my liver a break.