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Archive for February, 2010

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The Social Group

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This weekend in the OC!

Feb. 26th

Friday Night with DJ Fashen and DJ Tactix @ iLounge

Feb, 27th

Saturday Night with DJ Reflex and Bijou LIVE Peformance

AND

Andy Dorrigo in the white room @ Sutra

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Lisa Pollock @ The Viper Room

Lisa Pollock @ Viper Room

Lisa Pollock Performs @ The Viper Room!

“I’m playing @ The Viper Room!! It’s my first show at The Viper Room and I am so excited!!

I hope ya’ll can come out share this great night with me!!!! See you there!!”

Performance

Guitarist and Singer

When

Date: Friday, February 26, 2010

Time: 8:30pm – 10:oopm

Address

8852 W. Sunset Blvvd

West Hollywood, CA 90069

(310) 358-1881

http://www.viperroom.com/


The Geisha House Pt.2

Check out the Blurb first before reading this.

So we leave Music’s birthday party and head downstairs back to the car. When we get outside we all decide it would be cool to hit Happy Ending. I look around and then it hits me…

  • P-Tyme: Dudes….where’s my car?

Right before Chef can tell me to, “Shut the fuck up” I chime in again.

  • P-Tyme: Dudes..where is everyone else’s cars?

The group shuts up as we notice that all of the cars on the entire side of the street are GONE.

  • Ra: Whoa!
  • Chef: Whaaaat the fuuuuuuck

As we stand there bewildered, Chef turns to the valet

  • Chef: Did a tow truck come by here
  • Valet: Yes
  • P-Tyme: FUCK!
  • Ra: Wait the sign says we can park here
  • Valet: Not that one

The valet points to one out of 3 or 4 signs that contradicts the others. It says there is NO PARKING HERE. Needless to say the signs conflict and are terribly confusing.

  • P-Tyme: Well….fuck….Do you have the valet’s number?
  • Valet: Yes

The valet gives me the number and I proceed to call Hollywood Towing. Luckily the guy was nice and told me that they had just received my car. He said he would be there throughout the night, so I could come in to pick it up at any time. He also let me know the cost to get it back was $250. Lovely.

  • Studio: Fuck, that sucks dude.
  • Frat Brother: Dude I’ll throw down some money for you, since we all thought it was a spot.
  • Ra: Yeah
  • Chef: Me too
  • P-Tyme: Thanks guys
  • High: So what do you want to do?
  • P-Tyme:….well they have the car all night. Fuck it, let’s go to Happy Ending and get my car after
  • Ra: Seriously?
  • P-Tyme: Sure, why not?
  • Chef: Makes sense

So a bunch of us hop into High’s car and met up with Studio at Happy Ending. We chill there a bit, but the night was a little slow, so we decide to get my car. We find the place and the guys help me pay for the charges. They charge for picking up the car, towing it, and keeping it for a day. Three fees that result in is paying $250. As we sit and wait for the car, High regales us with tales of how many times he has received tickets and been towed. Since most of us are from different states, we note how LA just doesn’t have enough space for it’s denizens. Oh well, that’s Hollywood for you.

Fortunately I got my car back and we all hit Del Taco where we order comfort food and are terrified by the drag queens walking about.

~P-Tyme


The Geisha House Pt.1

This an excerpt for The Geisha House. Also read the Story from the end of the night.

We hit the Geisha House on a random Wednesday night because my boy, Music, was throwing a joint birthday party for himself and a friend. Ra, Chef, and one of my old frat brothers decided to join. Geisha House is yet another popular spot in Hollywood. Since there was a birthday that night, the place was packed.

We showed up and I rolled up and down the street looking for parking we didn’t have to pay for. There was a parking lot across the street that charged $8 parking. Interestingly enough we managed to secure a spot right next to the Geisha House. According to the sign, there was 1 hr parking on the street from 8am-7pm.  Feeling mighty proud of our excellent parking spot we went inside. Music and his crew was not there yet so we had to wait a while by the bar. The place was pretty nice. There was a restaurant on the bottom floor, which according to Ra served expensive sushi.

Eventually the second floor opened which was where the party was being held. We walked passed a glass room which had free tequila tastings to the second bar. We secured a table and the party people arrived. I slapped hands with Music, wishing him a Happy Birthday. Ra, Chef, and I decided to grab drinks and look around. Ra and Chef went first, leaving me at the table with my frat brother. Eventually they came back with $10 whiskey sours. My frat brother and I walked out back towards the free tequila shots when we bumped into another old friend, Studio. Studio and I had not seen each other since college, so we stood there catching up.

Every now and then a girl would show up that I had not seen  in a while, but I was already busy catching up with Studio, so I told them to meet me at my table. As we chatted, Music came by to chat. Soon after that Ra and Chef found us and we were all shooting the shit. A few minutes later my old friend from high school showed up, let’s call him High. We all stood around talking about the entertainment industry and what we were doing. Eventually we all went back to the table, but not before Studio and I took some Tequila shots.  The girls were still at the table chilling for a while. Studio offered to by me a drink, so we hit the bar.

To be honest besides the expensive food and pricey drinks, Geisha House had a cool atmosphere. The place is colored in different shades of pink and red, but it is not wearing on the eyes. The bottom dining room is spacious as it the top floor. There is a hallway with glass walls overlooking the kitchen that takes you from the second dining floor to the second bar, all of which are upstairs.

As I got my drink from Studio, Music got on stage to MC. There were several musical guests that performed that night. That’s how the night went primarily. At some point we lost the girls and could not find Music, so we decided to call it a night. Studio was pretty sure he was hooking up with a girl in a bathroom. It looked like Muisc had a good birthday.

Check out the following Story to find out how this night failed.

~P-Tyme


Bossa Nova

Brazilian just got better!

Bossa Nova

Review and Overview: This is a Cool Spot

Cuisine: Brazilian

  • The Deal

You may have heard about this place in LMFAO’s song “I’m in LA”. Well rest assured, there is a reason why this place is popular. It’s amazing. There are a few scattered throughout Los Angeles and I have yet to find a dish I did not like. Everything here is a delight for your taste buds from the gourmet burger, rich pastas, scrumptious pizzas, and other entrees that are simply culinary masterpieces. How is this possible? Well you would know if you have eaten Brazilian cuisine.

Brazilian food, hands down, has to be the best choice for any meal. The catch however is that Brazilian food general runs anywhere between $30 to $60 per person easily. Generally a Brazilian restaurant is an exotic array of meats served in a buffet style manner. Generally there is a sign indicating whether or not you want more food. If you indicate you want more food, the servers will continue to serve you until you flip the sign to stop them.

  • Food

As stated numerous times before, the food is both fantastic and diverse. The incredible variety in no way sullies the sensation of each dish. From the start you will be captivated by the eye popping appetizers and hunger sating salads. However do not get stuck at this part of the menu because you still have several pages of entrees to choose from. This restaurant caters to a myriad of tastes from the pizzas, burgers, grilled entrees, skewers, to the desserts. Check out their extensive menu!

  • Price ($$)

Bossa Nova does not adhere to the expensive, albeit popular buffet structure. With a sense of ingenuity, Bossa Nova is fashioned a traditional cook to order establishment. While this may not seem profound, it is a leap in the right direction. As a result the same food that could have cost you $40-$50 will cost $15 -$20. This place is nothing less than brilliant. Lunch starts at $10 while dinner starts at $15.

  • Parking

Though there may be a lot, there is generally plenty of street parking within walking distance of the restaurant.

  • Staff/Service

Always very friendly and quite attentive.

  • Applies to the Following Locations

Hollywood (7181 Sunset Blvd Los Angeles, CA 90046)

West LA (10982 W. Pico Blvd Los Angeles, CA 90064)

  • Contact

Hollywood (323) 436-7999

West LA – (310) 441-0404

  • Website

http://www.bossanovafood.com

Information:

West LA location is on Pico bewteen Greenfield and Veteran. The Hollywood location is on Sunset Blvd past La Brea Blvd across the street from Seventh Veil.

Our History:

The first time I came to this place was because a friend convinced me to leave the rest of our party. We had just left Happy Ending after a drunken guys night out, and most of the group wanted IHOP. At the same time our friend, Poker, insisted we try the Bossa Nova down the street. Being the one to compromise, we all agreed to hit IHOP because it was right next door. Poker and I walked to IHOP while Ra, Chef, and a few others jumped in a car. Why the decided to drive to a place that was next door still baffles me to this day, but what is even more confusing is that they got lost on the way. LOST! They missed IHOP and drove around for 30 minutes. Needless to say this did not damper Poker’s resolve and after waiting 15 minutes for the guys, I decided to hit Bossa Nova with Poker. Let say that was the best call of my life. Ironically, I also made a pretty bad call…literally. I called one of the guys to tell them we were hitting Bossa Nova and dropped by Motorola Razor. I would only notice it was broken when it crumbled into pieces in my hands the following morning.

To say the least, the food was delicious. Poker recommended we split the Lamb Skewers. Since I am a big eater, I am not usually one to share meals, but Poker convinced me otherwise. As we waited for our food, we got drunken calls from Ra and Chef wondering where we were. When the food arrived I was thoroughly inmpressed. The lamb skewers came with our choice of sides, which was a mound of mashed potatoes, platanos (or plantains), beans, and pico de gallo. Not only was it terrific and filling, split between us it only cost $7 a person. It was actually LESS than what I would have spent at IHOP. Bossa Nova won me over that night.

Why It’s Cool:

It caters to different tastes and is always a great decision. It also helps that platanos are my favorite food and their’s are delicious!

~P-Tyme


Good Stuff in Glendale?

Oh the good old Griffin.

This was the place to be for me last year. It was always packed full of good looking people every Thursday, Friday and Saturday (these are the days I would go). I am a little jealous however that my girls got to hook up with some of their good looking staff and I didn’t! *sigh* maybe I’ll live, maybe I won’t.

Sooooo many good memories at this bar and it’s so crazy that when I go now I practically know everyone there. The dark loungey ambiance, the fires going, the smokey outside patio, $4 Peroni’s on Thursday, celebrity sightings….all this reminiscing is making me want to be there now. Me and my friends love this  place so much that we are going to get little Griffin tattoos. Don’t judge us, Judger.

I saw a guy puke in the trash can here too.

~Beworaeer


The Park: Valentine’s Weekend Special

The Park Bar and Grill
The Park Bar and Grill
The Park Bar and Grill
Valentine’s Weekend at The Park

Halloween: Fuck (Chef’s side)

Check Out Ares, Ra, and P-Tyme’s side of the story.

This is roughly how I remember the 24 hours or so of Halloween

  • Part tyme: plastic grapes….and a sheet
  • Chef: its genius dude; Dionysus…the only problem I can foresee is that ill have to drink a lot more than I normally do to fit the role of a Godly drunkard
  • Part tyme: A) that doesn’t sound like a problem to me, and B)….that doesn’t sound like a problem
  • Ares (running into the room): WHO WANTS MARGARITAS?

-group cheers-

  • Chef: margaritas… Dionysus could have drank those in ancient Greece. I just need a wine bottle
  • Ares: the only rule…the only rule is you cant, no driving for 8 hours after!
  • Part tyme: YA, BUT YOURE STILL WALKIKNING AROUND with a BOTTLE…..its not wine, but its margarita…THAT’S STILL BOOZE
  • Chef: ya but its not, its not the wine! The cops will NEVER know!
  • FoSho: Audrey Hepburn wouldn’t have to walk! WHY are we walking?!
  • Ra: TAKE OFF YOUR DAMN HEELS AND STOP BITCHING
  • Ares: its like 2 blocks
  • Part Tyme: its been like 2 blocks for the last 5
  • Chef: Fine, hold it. Hold the bottle, I gotta piss
  • FoSho: what do you mean you fell?
  • Chef: I ate shit when I was walking out of that dudes yard after peeing. My toga is all dirty, I need to wash it
  • FoSho: you cant even tell
  • Chef: where’s my bottle?
  • Waitress: here’s your shot
  • Chef: what the fuck is this?
  • Waitress:…it’s the pomegranate martini Ares’ ordered, you were standing right next to him…
  • Chef:…you…gimme that
  • Waitress: ya, definitely our worst drink
  • Ares: greek sex! get this taste out of my mouth!
  • Waitress: is he alright?
  • Ares: ya hes Dionysus, hes just in character
  • Part Tyme: USE THE FANCY BATHROOM!
  • Chef: I DON’T NEED NO FANCY BATHROOM. Where is it?
  • Ra: CHEF! CHEF! COME TAKE SHOTS!
  • Chef: IM SLEEPING!
  • Ra: YOURE IN THE BATHROOM!
  • Part Tyme: from a distance: hahahahahahaha!
  • Woman: nice grapes, I like the hat
  • Part Tyme: Touch them!
  • Naughty nurse: I need to write you guys a prescription
  • Part Tyme: but…im not sick
  • Chef: it says to call the doctor…which is you…but there’s no number… Malpractice…
  • Bartender: whats the matter, don’t you know how to take a shot?
  • Chef: HAHAHAHAHA
  • Ares: hold on, were goin to the Den, I gotta close out. Meet outside
  • FoSho: hold on chef, Ares has to close
  • Old man in the elevator: who are you?
  • Chef: I cant remember. Isn’t it late for you to be up?
  • Chef (outside): theyre not out here…they must have gone home.
  • Random house party: Dionysus! Come drink!
  • Chef: you got wine? Do you have wine?
  • Random house party: no, but we have some vo…
  • Chef: SHUT UP!
  • Ra: You! There you are!
  • Part Tyme: Dude, where the fuck did you go?
  • Chef (outside): …
  • Chef (walking inside): no one wake me up tomorrow
  • Ares (outside): FUCK! He’s right fucking here!
  • Ra: SEE?! Fucking FoSho
  • Chef (outside…again…somehow): uh…right
  • Part Tyme: where the fuck did you go dude?
  • Chef (walking inside): you guys are drunk. No one wake me up early tomorrow

Halloween: Quest for Dionysus

This is my side of the Halloween story. Be sure to read Ra’s, Chef’s, and Ares’ POV

It was Halloween and our bud Ares had planned a God and Goddesses party at one of our favorite spots in Orange County. Ra, Chef and I rolled to Ares’ house. We got there and immediately started playing beer pong (the most favored of drunken games!).

We soon discovered that the party would consist of the four of us and a girl, who we shall call Fo Sho. A hefty chunk of party goers decided to stay in L.A. to go to Carnival in West Hollywood or were too wasted to make the drive to the OC.

We cut our losses and played a ridiculous amount of beer pong and consumed a grotesque amount of beer. Once we were full of fine mead, Ares decided to make his deadly margaritas with the disclaimer, “Once you drink these, you can’t drive for eight hours!”

Always up for a challenge, we all drank an unnecessary amount of margaritas. I downed cup after cup, while Ra drained a good portion of the pitcher. Chef on the other hand decided to be clever and fill an empty wine bottle full of this death juice.

Before I continue, let me also state that we were all dressed as gods for our night out in the OC. Ares was of course Ares the Greek god of War, Ra was Ra the Egyptian sun god, Chef was Dionysus the Greek god of Wine, and I was Death.

As I also mentioned there was a girl with us by the name of Fo Sho. Fo Sho decided to not go with the program and dressed up as Audrey Hepburn from Breakfast at Tiffany’s…….riiiight….soon realizing her costume was 2 parts half-baked and 8 parts retarded, she decided to be a witch.

After consuming enough booze to put down a heavily armed platoon, we decided to walk several blocks down the street to our favorite bar/lounge Zimmy-Z. Ares had already secured the bar for our party that night, but what we didn’t know was that there was another party. The hotel that houses Zimmy-Z was also throwing a massive Halloween Party, so the place was crawling with “zombie” this and “naughty” that. Gotta love Halloween!

We get to our table and drinks were ordered along with appetizers that covered the entire table. Shots of Greek Sex, Mediterranean food, more shots, Greek beer, you name it and was probably on our table. Ra ordered there heavenly sirloin burger, which of course suited the sun god very much.

At one point Ares ordered a Pomegranate Martini, which our (incredibly hot) server explained was not the best drink….It really wasn’t. One sip and we were each temporarily sober.

Our spark of sobriety meant that we were all aware of our surroundings and one thing stood out.

  • Ares: Where is Dionysus?
  • P-Tyme: Restroom, I think
  • Ra: I’LL GET HIM!

Ra ran over to the restroom door and started pounding on the door.

  • Ra: DIONYSUS! DIONYSUS GET OUT HERE!

The door opened and Dionysus came sauntering out.

  • Ares: Where were you?
  • Dionysus: I passed out in the bathroom…

Everyone laughed at this. Dionysus sat down as the server came back to the table. As she asked us if we needed anything Dionysus fell out of the chair.

  • Server: Is he ok?
  • Ra: He’s the Greek god of wine
  • Ares: Yeah yeah, he’s just in character

At one point the boys got up and walked over to the bar, leaving Fo Sho and I sitting on the couch eating. She was saying words and I was too drunk to listen, so I put up my hood and went to my happy place.

The boys came back and we decided to close our tabs and hit up The Den. The boys went to the bar first to close out. Fo Sho and I followed right behind them and we all went outside to the hotel’s lobby. It was then that I looked around and saw that there was only four of us.

  • P-Tyme: HeY gUYs…wHeRe’s DIoNySus?

Everyone looked around drunkely and realized we were missing the god of wine. We’re all pretty wasted at this point.

  • Ares: WHat thE hell, wheRe is DiOnysUs?!
  • P-Tyme: I don’t kNoW
  • Ra: RESTROOM! He mUst bE in tHeRE agAIn!
  • P-Tyme: Hahaha OH YEAH!

Ra and I ran back into the bar and start pounding on the restroom door.

  • Ra: DIONYSUS GET OUT HERE!
  • P-Tyme: WE’RE LEAVING!

The door opened and out comes a small geriatric man staring at us as we tower over him.

  • Ra and I: OHMYGOD, WEARESOooooSORRY!

Ra and I go back to the hotel lobby and report our fuck up. We were still missing our fellow god. Being the guys that we were, we decided that there were only a few reasons why Dionysus was missing:

  1. He was in prison
  2. He was dead in the gutter
  3. He was abducted by aliens
  4. All of the above

At any rate there was nothing we could do for him until the morning. We were all content to take a taxi to The Den for a night of debauchery (this is how guys are when we’re drunk. We only consider things that benefit the pack, not the individual).

However since Fo Sho was not a guy (and therefore under the impression that we SHOULDN’T leave our buddy behind), she insisted that we look for Dionysus.

We all spread out to find our lost friend, but there was one problem..We Were WASTED! Imagine getting lost and having the most retarded search party looking for you. Bad Times. We all split up.

I started walking towards the outdoor patio directly across from Zimmy-Z. Normally the patio is open, but the hotel was throwing its party and closed the area off. Since the doors were made of glass, I could still see outside. I was so drunk though that I couldn’t figure out why I could see outside, but couldn’t get outside…

At one point I wandered outside and decided to quit looking. This took 10 minutes (in drunk time, who knows how long we actually searched). We met up in the lobby and decided that we would go to The Den and pick up women, but Fo Sho insisted we stick around the area and search for Dionysus.

As a compromise we left the hotel and went around the corner to a spot Ra Sushi. The restaurant and bar were empty, except for the table of women in the middle of the place.

Ares and Ra descend on the three women, while Fo Sho and I hit the bar. I’m too wasted to stand and make polite conversation. Realizing that there were three women at the table (and that Fo Sho was once again saying things) I started to walk over to the table when Ares approached me.

  • Ares: DuDE….TheY aRe MarriEd to COPS!
  • P-Tyme: GET OUT OF THERE!

We looked over and Ra was still talking to them…though at this point, I’m not sure how coherent any of us were. Then Ares went back to talk to them, but seconds later we were out of the door and walking again.

We Gotta Find DIONYSUS!

The four of us decided it would be a good idea to go down to Main Street asking people if they had seen Dionysus. We went to one bar and asked if they had seen Dionysus. The bouncer shook his head. We then forgot about Dionysus and tried getting into the bar using tickets we got from the hotel. When they didn’t work, we were off on our search for Dionysusa again. We started yelling at any pedestrian, asking if  they had seen “Dionysus!”

The four of us stopped at a bar called Deville. Ares asked the entire bar if they had seen Dionysus. Someone told him that he just left, but said that he would be back. Relieved I sat down at a random table because the spins were coming. I decided sitting was a bad idea and I must continue moving.

Dionysus eventually came back, but it was the WRONG Dionysus. It was some moron in a toga. Annoyed, Ares bought the bar another round of shots (For some reason when we get annoyed, we throw out more money….don’t ask why) and we left. With no other place to go, we went back to Zimmy-Z. Now we were beyond wasted, we were all shmammered (shit + hammered).

Now let me paint another picture for you. Not only were we the most retarded search party ever, we could no longer function. Ra immediately went to the portion of the bar closest to the entrance and put his head in his hands. He looked DONE. The room was now dancing around me and the sole key to my survival was constant movement.

While Ra sat, Ares and I walked over to a table of women. One was dressed like Janet Jackson and had her boob out with a piece of tape over her nipple with the word “Censored” on it. She told us to leave before her husband came back, so we bolted.

I went up to Ra and apologized that we never made it to The Den to hit on women.

  • P-tyme: DUde..Dude…SorRY duuDE….
  • Ra: barely lifting his head) This…iS…AweSOMe!

Ra’s head dropped back into his palms. I walk over to Ares who then decided it would be a good idea to sneak into the hotel’s party which costed $40. We got in (somehow) and bump into Ra.

  • Ares: RA?!
  • Ra: YOOOOUUU!!!!
  • P-Tyme: HoW’D YoU eVEN GeT In HERE?!

We all walked around…still “looking” for Dionysus, then went back to the bar. Though some parts of this were fuzzy, Ares and I went to chat up a naughty angel and a naughty (as far as I can tell) Vietnam vet. I’m not sure what garbled nonsense flowed from our lips, but we somehow held there interest long enough to have a conversation. One of the girls looked behind us and saw Ra sitting at a table, with his head in his hands once again.

  • Naughty Vietnam Vet: What’s wrong with your friend?
  • Ares: Oh, he’s Ra the sun god. He’s sad that the sun isn’t out.
  • Girl: Hahahahaha

We somehow convinced the girls to come back to our table. Now at this point I knew the drill. Talk to the girls, invite them back to the house, possibly jump in the hot tub. However this would take every effort for me to do because my mouth was took drunk to function. Instead I said some derivation of my intentions.

P-Tyme:….YoU GiiirlS…Want? uS…..HOt tUB….YoU…ShUt yOuR MoUtH When YoU TaLK tO ME!

And I walked away. Well apparently so did the others. So we managed to completely fail with two hot naughty women. At this point it had been three hours since we lost Dionysus. We decided it would be a good idea to take our four drunk asses home.

As we walked many block’s back to Ares’ house I saw two women walking a few yards ahead of us. I dared Ra to talk to them and he took off running after them. As he reached them a crazy (and apparently upset) Chicken Man came out of nowhere to shoo Ra away. It was a sight.

We finally got back to Ares’ house and started yelling for Dionysus. All of sudden, Dionysus pops out of the dark shivering in his toga.

ALL: DIONYSUS! WheRe WerE YoU!

Dioynsus looked at us confused. Apparently after splitting from the group, he fell asleep outside and had a dream that we had already come back from Zimmy-Z. He looked at us like we were all drunk assholes.

Regardless, we all went inside and passed out. The next day we got up and went to breakfast. We all told our pieces of the story and were amazed for as drunk as we were no one got injured or in trouble. Then out of nowhere Fo Sho dropped the bomb on us.

  • Fo Sho: Oh yeah, I totally remember Chef leaving.
  • Ares, Ra, P-Tyme:…………………………………
  • P-Tyme:..wait….you knew that he left?
  • Ares: WHY did you tell us that we couldn’t leave then?!
  • Ra: You KNEW that he left?!
  • Ares: We didn’t leave because of you!
  • Fo Sho: I didn’t say not to leave!
  • Ares: Yes you did!
  • Fo Sho: No I didn’t!
  • P-Tyme: SHUT UP FO SHO!

Ever since we then, we don’t let Fo Sho make decisions and tell her to shut up whenever we can….even when she’s not talking.

-P-Tyme


Halloween–Huntington–Shut Up FoSho!

31 OCTOBER 2009

Chef: “It’s a Gods and Godesses party. Huntington. Plan accordingly.”

Ahh Huntington. I hopped into the car with P Tyme and Chef and we started driving from LA. I knew Ares, but I didn’t know his margaritas. Yet. We planned to show up at about 5pm and got there about 6:30pm. Pretty good for us. FashionablyAlwaysFuckingLateAsShit. Beer pong at a house a few blocks from the beach. Good start. 7 or 8 games of pong and we all have a light buzz going. I should explain something about our crew at this point: generally groups of people end up with different levels of drunkenness. One friend is a little more sober, able to kind of watch out for the mayhem the others are headed for. Not so with us. Everyone is sober or everyone is tanked. It is like group Unthink.

The plan was to pregame at Ares place and roll out to ZimmyZ. Attire is as follows:

Ares is Ares, Greek god of Warfare.

Chef is Dionysus, Greek god of Wine.

I am Ra, Egyptian god of the Sun.

P Tyme is Death. So pretty.

There was also a female with us. Her name is FoSho. And she went as Audrey Hepburn. Because she didn’t get the theme of the party. And she wanted a cigarette holder to repeatedly whack us with. Damnit.

After the glorious glow-in-the-dark-can’t-hit-cups-to-save-our-lives games of pong, Ares decided to make margaritas. Which he mixed with approximately 9 parts FUCKquila to one part margarita mix. And they tasted amazing. Don’t ask me how.  A few sizable cups of these and we were feeling even better. It was time to roll out. At this point two things happened. Dionysus found a large empty wine bottle and proceeded to fill it with margarita. I chugged the rest of the margarita from the blender.

We started walking towards ZimmyZ. There were Halloween revelers everywhere, and we were already yelling random words at them. Dionysus thought he was clever for drinking margarita out of a wine bottle. Problem was, it just looked like wine. Which was in fact still illegal.

FoSho would not stop hitting people with her cigarette holder. It got thrown. It was probably next to Dionysus wine bottle. Which was somehow lost too. I did something with it. Hopefully I didn’t throw that too?

The five of us blaze in the door at ZimmyZ. Naughty nurses here, whatever-your-excuse-is-to-wear-that there, amazing atmosphere, good music, great food, greek beer, greek sex shots, this was going to be great! We went to sit down at the table. Dionysus completely missed his chair and fell on his ass. The waitress asked if he was ok.

Death: “He’s in character don’t worry about it!”

Waittress: “Huh?”

Ares: “SHOTS!”

The first round of shots was something reddish, probably girly. We left it up to the waitress to surprise us. They went down easy. We hit the bar and got more drinks, at which point a naughty nurse decided to write us prescriptions. She folded one up and put it in my shirt. I threw it away. Later she would write her number on one for Death. He threw it away.

A few more drinks, some amazing food, a few more drinks, some loudness, a few more drinks, everyone trying to get the waitress drunk and/or to party with us, a few more drinks. And maybe more drinks.

All of us are SHIT HOUSED. And by that I mean Death was trying to go to the outside balcony because he saw some targets of interest there, but there was a sliding glass door in the way, which was WAY too difficult because he could see his goal but couldn’t figure out how to open the door. So he stared, and mimed things at the girls outside. It might have worked if he persisted.

Dionysus lived up to his name. That is until he passed out on the bathroom floor. That only lasted a few minutes (no idea how long–we were hammered.)

I had the spins so bad I was sitting at the bar with my head in my hands.

Random girls: “What’s wrong with the sun god?”

Ares:  “Obviously the Sun is down. Don’t worry. Hey RA!”

Ra: <looks up> “Yeaaaah! Cheers!” <Head back in hands>

At this point we all decided to leave, so Ares, FoSho, Death and I start shambling towards the door. Someone pointed out that Dionysus is missing. Ares, Death and I all pointed out that there are really only three places he could have gone: 1) Off somewhere with a chica. Didn’t need our help. 2) Home to pass out. Very likely, and hey–didn’t need our help. 3) Prison. Nothing we could do about it, when the rest of us were too drunk to know our own names.

But FoSho, using her impeccable logic, decided that he must in fact be in ZimmyZ. And insisted that we look for him. Now imagine a search party, all of whom are so hammered that they don’t know their asses from their elbows. They can’t see two feet in front of them. Add to this the fact that they were distracted by anything wearing skimpy clothing (Halloween here) and you get the basic idea. Death and I remembered that he passed out on the bathroom floor at one point, so we deduced that he must be back there.  We went to the door.  It was locked. SLAM SLAM SLAM SLAM. Drunken strength and loud noises.  Terrified little old man opens the door.

Ra and Death: “OHshitFUCKsorryWEthoughtOurFRIENDwasInThereWHOOPS WHoa HEY MANWOOHOOO!”

There was an exclusive party next to ZimmyZ. None of us remember it clearly, but individually all of us snuck into it. And by that I mean blatantly hopped over the ropes and drunked around. BUFFET TABLE!!!???

Death was talking to a few girls, but can’t actually form words. They seemed genuinely interested in what he has to say, but he’s just making noises and hitting them with amazing facial expressions. Worked surprisingly well.

I was talking to two girls. Asking them if they have seen Dionysus. Nobody seems to understand that Dionysus was real, and that this was not a pickup line. I was attempting to explain this, when Ares tackled me.

Two girls: “Hey you can’t just do that! Come on!? What the hell we were talking!?

Ares: “DON’T WORRY WE’RE BOTH GODS!”

Girls: “What the hell?”

Ares and I broke into a fit of hysterics, thoroughly convincing the girls that they were the subject of a cruel joke and were now being laughed at. This was the best possible outcome. They were offended. This was glorious.

Some three hours later, the search party decided that Dionysus must be at another bar. That or they wanted to go to another bar.

On to Ra sushi. Because I, Ra, must go there. Obviously. The details are hazy and incriminating but we were talking to cop’s wives. Seriously. Self preservation and basic common sense have gone completely out the window at this point.

On to RandomBrahBar. Ares asked the bar if Dionysus was there, and they say yeah he’s on the way back. Ares was excited and bought the entire bar shots. Dionysus showed up. Wrong. Fucking. Dionysus. Couldn’t really take the shots back, although he probably thought about it. The wrong Dionysus was confused as to why we were all so mad as fuck at him. YOU AREN’T THE REAL DIONYSUS! Fuckass.

Walking back towards Ares’ place. Death spots two girls and tells me that I should go talk to them. I obliged. Big chicken man came out of nowhere and was upset. Not upset enough to do anything about it. Because he was a chicken. Clearly.

Ares and Death are yelling at everyone that walked by. We finally got back to Ares’ place and there was Dionysus, covered in a sheet on the doorstep. We woke him up. He asked how he got outside, because he had dreamt that we came back and let him in. Confusion abounded.

The next morning over breakfast, FoSho casually decided to inform us that she saw Dionysus leave ZimmyZ last night. Meaning our search party was quite clearly unnecessary. Really.

FUCKIN FOSHO!

~RA

Of course that is just my take. It’s a first cut. Maybe Chef, Ares, and P-Tyme can illuminate the rest of the night with their versions.


Night of failure, Chef’s view

Thursday night at one of our favorite bars was getting to be a regular thing…as was the terrible hangover Friday morning. The choice of day might seem a bit odd, but P Tyme and I had mapped a few of our bars according to the night, and Thursday was a good one.

At this particular bar there is a beer pong tourney upstairs every Thursday… although this is a cool enough concept on its own, you have to remember that every headband wearing, collar popping, frat boy wannabe is gonna sign up…and we don’t need to go to Hollywood to play pong competitively.

Needless to say, while the brosephs are upstairs, the women aren’t. Come most Thursday nights, Part tyme and I didn’t even need to move around to start talking to people. In fact we both had better luck just sitting at the bar shooting the shit…which is great, cause I’m lazy as fuck.

As well as we could do, this laziness also opened us up to being hit on by…less fortunate women…the type that use the line “hey guys, I need to get more drinks to close my tab, can I buy you a drink?”

If I was willing to sit through a stupid conversation for a free drink, or born in Nebraska, this line could’ve worked…but I’ve seen this exact move pulled before… by men… on very drunk women. Also, and more importantly, we were downstairs….there’s no drink minimum downstairs! We both took the free drink anyways, but that’s a different story.

This particular night opened like any other; downstairs full of women, brahs slowly moving upstairs, and the occasional drunk girl screaming about something uninteresting. We find a spot at the bar and proceed to put back a few whiskey sours, as they were on the $5 drink wheel for 15min. Managing to grab four, the wheel is rolled by another giggling drunk girl…$5 Irish car bombs…this night is gonna hurt…

Putting down two, back to back, we decide to slow down a bit. P tyme notices two women across the bar giving him looks. If I can recall correctly they looked drunk and were eating meat on a stick, but with drunk goggles I’m sure that could be sexy. If I have one rule (I don’t…except no fat chicks), it’s never bother a girl when she’s drunk and eating meat off a stick…

  • P tyme: hey guys, how’s the night going?
  • Saber tooth: (food in mouth) grumble
  • Tyrannosaur: good
  • P tyme: well you look incredibly bored
  • Tyrannosaur: I am…
  • Chef: hahahahahaha!

If I can recall correctly, p tyme looked back at me with a look of apathy

  • P tyme: points upstairs
  • Chef: yup

This would be our second adventure upstairs that night. Although the memories tend to blur together, I can distinctly remember P tyme pointing out two women standing, chatting together in the sea of people. There are few things I regret, but not being close enough to hear what P tyme said to them has got to be up there.

All I can remember is him walking up to them and, in the span of about 10 seconds, saying something… enough to get them both to walk away in a hurry, and I think one of them may have started crying. Needless to say, I decide to close out the tab and call this night, thinking it can’t get much weirder.

We head to IHOP because fucking EVERYONE loves pancakes. After finishing up I check the time and mention leaving so P tyme hits the bathroom.

I’m almost positive I pass out for a period of time, because I suddenly snap to and realize that it’s been almost half an hour and P tyme has probably fallen in the toilet. I go to take a piss and to check up on my inebriated friend (mostly to take a piss) and bump into him as he’s leaving

  • Chef: you pass out?
  • P tyme: nah, I couldn’t puke! My body wouldn’t let me get rid of it!

By now P tyme has come out of his blackout, as he remembered most of the rest of the night. I did have to remind him that on the way to his car he totally ate shit in the middle of the parking lot. Mind you, the parking lot is full of cops, FULL OF THEM.

I didn’t even bother to look at the cops, or help P tyme up. I don’t even think I laughed…I’m pretty sure in my mind I was convinced that if I just kept walking the cops wouldn’t think I was getting a ride from him…even though we both got in the same damn car.

I get the brilliant idea that we could sober up in about a half hour, so I set an alarm on my phone when we get into the car and suggest we take it easy for a bit. P tyme agrees, quickly turns the car on to roll down his window, and chucks the keys in the backseat. I wake up to the sound of my alarm going off; the only difference being the car is fucking moving, and were a good 20min down the road. In my state of half consciousness, I mutter:

  • Chef: wha…what the fuck?! We’re moving?!

P tyme responds in like with:

  • P tyme: What the fuck?

Not exactly the reassurance I was looking for coming from the dude behind the wheel. We manage to get home without incident only through P tyme’s years of training in Dallas. It took a while to work that night off.

Read P-Tyme’s side.

~Chef


A Night of Failure, P-Tyme’s View

So Chef and I hit up one of our favorite spots. It was Thursday which meant there was a beer pong tournament. This is always good because all of the dudes go upstairs, leaving all of the ladies downstairs. Chef and I post up at the bar and see two girls directly across from us.

  • P-Tyme: Those girls are definitely giving us eyes
  • Chef: Where?
  • P-Tyme: Your 2 o’ clock

Chef catches the eyes of one of the girls.

  • Chef: Yep, pretty hardcore
  • P-Tyme: I say we go talk to them!
  • Chef: We should probably get drinks  first.
  • P-Tyme: Yeah you’re right

Chef and I order whiskey sours as we gauge the girls from across the bar. Once the whiskey sours were gone we ordered two more.  I should preface that I had only eaten soup before hittinh the bar. However nothing was stopping me and I was feeling sexy. I tell Chef that we need to go hit on the girls across the bar and we start to head over. As we do so, three girls start talking to us. One is incredibly tall. I’m not sure what she said…or what her other two friends said, but I agree and we part ways.

Chef and I walk over to the girls and realize there are a bunch of guys now flirting with them. Not one to add myself into the hormone crowd, Chef and I walk upstairs. We don’t see anything worth staying for, so we walk back downstairs. Eventually I make it over to one of the girls at the bar.

  • P-Tyme: You look incredibly bored (referring to the guys hovering around her friend)
  • Girl: I am…

The girl walks off, I shrug, and join Chef on the other side. This is where things get fuzzy. We decide to cut our losses, call it an early night and hit IHOP next door. (Read Chef’s side to find out what happened…)

I guess I had to a bit to drink because my memory of the walk to IHOP is fuzzy. I slightly remember Chef and I ordering our usual and I left to hit the bathroom because I felt funny.

This is where I completely come around and realize I am in a IHOP restroom. At this point I have been trying to make myself puke for 15 Minutes. At one point I literally had my fingers down my throat wondering how supermodels could pull of puking whenever they wanted, but I couldn’t do it in my most desperate moments. I then realize that my body is prone to alcoholism because it wouldn’t even puke up the booze that was threatening to make me puke!

I eventually get the devil’s nectar up my throat and by the time I clean up and leave, Chef is walking in.

  • Chef: Dude are you ok? You’ve been in here for like 15 minutes
  • P-Tyme: I’ve been trying to puke, but my body wouldn’t give up the booze!
  • Chef: Hahahahaha!
  • Chef uses the restroom and I go back to the table. Eventually our food arrives and we scarf it down hoping that the starches and protein soak up the booze. When we finish Chef and I are just sitting there.
  • P-Tyme:…Dude we should just leave
  • Chef: Huh? What, not pay?
  • P-Tyme: Yeah, just fucking walk out

As I said that they waiter comes up. We ask him for the check.

  • P-Tyme:….Dude…we should just not tip
  • Chef: Why?
  • P-Tyme: Why not?
  • Chef: Sure whatever!

So Chef and I paid, but like assholes, we did not tip (which karma came back around and bit me in the ass for later by having my car keyed…awesome…).

Chef and I leave. We get into the car and I realize I am too drunk to drive.

  • P-Tyme: Fuck, I am wasted…
  • Chef: You an me both!
  • P-Tyme: Fuck!
  • Chef: Alright, I’ll set my alarm and by the time it goes off, one of us should be good enough to drive
  • P-Tyme:..Alright

I realize that I have to roll down the windows of the car while we nap, but sticking the keys into the ignition in my state is an automatic DUI. I stick the keys in real quick, partially roll down the windows, take the keys out fast, and chuck them into the backseat. Chef and I pass out.

I eventually come back to consciousness and realize I feel much better. I decide to take my chances and navigate on side streets back to Chef’s house. As I’m driving, Chef’s alarm goes off and he wakes up.

  • Chef: P-P-Tyme!! We we’re moving!
  • P-Tyme: What?!
  • Chef: We’re moving!
  • P-Tyme: Yeah, I know…we’re going home….

Suffice it to say, I woke up the next day remembering only half of what I just wrote. I go to the kitchen and House asks me how the night went.

  • P-Tyme: Well I don’t remember getting home really.
  • House: Yeah I saw Chef and he asked if you made it home ok.
  • P-Tyme: Nice…
  • House: I asked him if you guys hit it hard last night and he was like, “Naw naw man”
  • P-Tyme: Haha that’s Chef.

Find out what REALLY happened that night.

~P-Tyme


Orange County Last-Minute Valentine’s Day Round-up

It’s that fateful time of year that couples enjoy, men in a relationship forget and women in a relationship count the days till and all other singles drink to. For those who are unlucky enough to be in a relationship or have a date, I thought it would be helpful to give you some romantic suggestions as to where to spend a Valentine’s Day to remember. In case you have not made a reservation, here are 3 spots you might get lucky at.

Charlie Palmer (@ Bloomingdales)

This is one of the best restaurants in Southern California and the ambiance inside is only outdone by the food they serve. Charlie Palmer serves gourmet American food and has a sleek romantic feel when you are sitting in their dining room.

Pros

- Great food

- Great ambiance

- Gigantic wine selection

Cons

- Located at South Coast Plaza

- It is on the expensive side where your meal will range from $150-$1000 depending on the wine

3333 Bristol Street @ Bloomingdales
Costa Mesa, CA 92626-1873
(714) 352-2525

Zimzala (@ the Shorebreak Hotel)

I know it is place we love to go out to party, but this is a fantastic restaurant with top notch food serving coastal Mediterranean. It also has the Ares Seal of Approval to bring a date to dinner. Great food, upscale environment but because it will be a busy night, make sure you specifically request a table off in a corner or if it looks like a nice night, on the patio where you can see the stars, hear the ocean and have a romantic night out (but bring a jacket if it is cold).

Pros

- Fantastic food

- Ares Seal of Approval

- Great service and they will do everything they can to accommodate and make you happy

- Make it a romantic getaway and stay in the Shorebreak Hotel where it is located. They have fantastic specials for an ocean view room with Champagne delivered and it is only a few steps and an elevator ride away from Zimzala

- Honestly I am thinking this is my plan on Valentine’s Day

Cons

- It is not the cheapest, but very reasonable for Valentine’s Day, dinner for two with a bottle of wine should fall around $100-200

500 Pacific Coast Highway

2nd floor of the Shorebreak Hotel

Huntington Beach, CA‎

(714) 960-5050‎

Andrea (@ Pelican Hill Resort)

Northern Italian cuisine that differs greatly from the classic Italian many of us have come to know. Smaller plates and dishes meant to share and enjoy with your company. If you want to spoil your date rotten, this is the place to go as it is the perfect place for a really special occasion.

Pros

- Intimate seating with romantic ambiance

- Fantastic service at a venue all women will love

- Great view from the patio

- Pelican Hill Resort will make you feel like you just stepped into a luxurious resort in Monaco or Coastal Spain

Cons

- $$$$$ most expensive restaurant on the list by far

- it is a long dinner, you and your date will be sitting, sipping and chatting for at least 2 hours

- get a reservation NOW! or else you most likely will not get a table

22701 Pelican Hill Rd S
Newport Coast, CA 92657-2008
(949) 467-6800

~Ares


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