Hollywood Friday Night

Daniel has been staying at my house the past 3 days. It's been a miracle having somebody familiar to hang around with, it feels like when we lived in Santa Cruz and just explored and he cooked and we just hung out all the time - pretty sweet. This kind of stuff is like the medicine for any socially ineptitude, all it takes is one friend who comes to visit when you ask them to. Now, if only I could find somebody to actually move with me...

Last night was another fabulous Hollywood extravaganza. I'm thinking about writing down my nights that I experience there since every night something wildly different occurs and some of the stories are pretty interesting.

A white Range Rover pulls up to the boulevard side of my Hotel, and I walk to the driver's door to open it. A pretty latino woman with large breasts is taking her last few drags of a joint, and passing it to her friend. I try not to inhale the puffs of white smoke, as I let her out. She turns out to be Daisy Marie, an A-list porn star that wants to come in our place for a drink. So I roll down all the windows, stick my head out the door and drive around the corner towards our garage.

Jamie Foxx shows back up to the Hotel side of things, and all my amigos at work are like, "Mikie! Mikie! It's your man!! Get 'im back, get him back man!" in reference to me going over to HIS two ladies and stealing them, putting them in my silver Lamborghini and driving off into the night. Of course that won't happen, at least not for a year or two. :) So instead we just happily accept his large gratuities and park his flat driving machine up top.

At one point in the night I had to venture into the kitchen of the Delphine restaurant (part of our hotel, French cuisine) to find a bucket and fill it with hot soapy water. Why? Because somebody had vomited and pissed and shat in our alleyway, the one immediately adjacent to our employee hotel entrance, and somebody had to do the dirty work of finding a cleanse for the mess. I took it upon myself, and soon I was pouring and then sloshing the cleaning solution back into the alley. It did the trick, and we smelt no more foulness.

Eventually Daniel and I were waiting for the bus, since he was hanging around too. While I worked, he had walked for a good 3 1/2 hours up to Griffith Park and watched an electrical show of some kind. Probably right around the time that I was chatting with Daisy Marie's friend (Cristina) while she smoked, about how she was going to steal me from work the following night and take me into Drai's, the upstairs club.
But as the bus was taking forever to arrive, we happily observed hoards of hoochie high-tight-skirted girls and their totally oblivious douche boyfriends flooding from the gates of the Drai's entrance (this was towards the end of the night). One girl looked uncomfortable as she walked, and then I could see she was about to barf. I showed Daniel and we watched as this pretty, primped thing started to puke and walk simultaneously. Soon she was fully keeled over and letting it go. From twenty feet away we hear a young guy laughing loudly saying, "Heeey that's my wife!! Hahah that's my wife!" as he runs over and pulls her hair back. Solid.

Around 3am the bus arrived. A man had a dog with him and tried to get on. The bus driver was so stubborn that he stopped the bus because of it, and the man was so stubborn that he wouldn't leave. So a mutiny broke out amongst bus riders about the legality of having a dog on the bus, and soon there was total mayhem. Daniel and I watched as people were shouting and approaching the man (a HUGE man, mind you) until the Sheriff came. But the man still wouldn't leave, so 2 more cop cars came and we all had to get off so they could "escort" the dog man off the bus.

An hour later we were walking down the streets of peaceful Pasadena.

So goes my night. I'll update you about tonight later on.