This post is long overdue, but I got sick, and then I had a big paper due today, so I've been putting it off. Not to mention the fact that SH did such a good job describing our night out last week that I'm not sure I can live up to it, ha.
Last Thursday night was ridiculously fun and random. SH, CA, NA, and I decided to go barhopping in downtown LA, so we started out our night at Bar 107. It's a dive bar on 4th street, and its red walls were decorated with the most random items. It had a very laidback vibe (which I liked a lot), and the drinks were good. Their cheapest beer was an Olympia for $2. $2 beers on a regular basis! I've never heard of Olympia beer before, but CA decided that was his drink for the night.
There was a small room in the back where there was a small dance floor, a photo b
ooth (I need to try it out the next time I go), and this...machine where you gripped it and it measured your hand strength. Ha, great description ya? I'm just not sure what it's called...or as SH puts it, it's a "hand strength feeler." Anyways, naturally, we all had to test it out and took turns playing around with it.We hung out at Bar 107 for about an hour or so when we made friends with some of the bar patrons. There was this hysterical guy who must be a regular at Bar 107. He's this enthusiastic, middle aged man named Pancake. If you yell out, "Eeehh, PANCAKE!" he responds with a wink, an air kiss and a "How you doin' sweetie?" Haha SH and I thought he was hilarious. SH then became friends with this guy there, E, who told us of what was supposedly the "best" bar in LA that had no set closing time. Of course, the night felt young, and we ventured over there.
We arrived at this art gallery named M. J. Higgins that apparently becomes a bar at night. We walked in, and headed downstairs to an area known as the "Sweat Room." It was EXTREMELY humid and hot in there because of the lack of air ventilation and air conditioning, and there was a slight haze of smoke everywhere. The smoke, the heat, and the Asian-inspired decorations made me feel like I was in an opium den in China (as if I've ever been). We got free beers the whole night because E knew the bartender, so that was pretty sweet. We only stayed down there for a little bit before heading upstairs to where the actual art gallery was.
There were a couple pianos placed here and there around the art gallery, so CA and I decided to awaken our piano skills and mess around with it. Sadly, the combination of alcohol and distance from my piano-playing days didn't really produce anything worth hearing.
SH made friends with another guy, IK, who is a 20 year old fashion photographer. He was seriously a character...super elitist, super judgmental, and super amusing all the same. ("Oh, wow, you use words like coherent? That's SUCH a big word! I try to do that a lot, use big words like 'coherent!'") IK convinced SH and I to stay (it was around 2:30 this time), but CA and NA wanted to go home, so they left early. I'm really glad I stayed behind because we went upstairs to where the main gallery was and had a good time dancing with a random group of people while the DJ was spinning tunes.
SH and I FINALLY made our way back to my apartment around 4:15 am, but of course, IK wanted to come in and show us his photography. After about 30 minutes of that (that was about 29 minutes too long), we convinced him to go home, and we crashed.
It was a crazy night with some of my favorite people. I had a great time...but I can't say I enjoyed my hangover the next day.
