// March 10th, 2010 // 11 Comments » // I Love LA.
Since Bel has gone on hiatus because she’s involved in a serious case of infatuation, I thought I might fill in for her lack of Blogging with my own Los Angeles story. As soon as she has a second to get away from the relationship and to a computer, she’ll be back (meaning she’ll do the next blog). I’m Brandon and a good friend of hers in case you were wondering.
First let me throw out two blatant plugs before I get into my own Los Angeles story. I’m a comedian and video editor. Come see me at the Ice House Annex in Pasadena on Monday 3/15 $5, two drink minimum. Bel will be there. Secondly, if you need a editor pick me.
So last week I was given some misleading information about the Pig’n Whistle’s open mic night for comics, being told incorrectly that it was Tuesday and Bel, her brother and his girlfriend, let’s call them “Richard and Christine,” showed up to see me. Much to my pain there was no such open mic taking place that day, but rather the following day. Richard and Christine were really nice, but Bel, besides showing off her very sparkly pink nail polish, was in a bad mood. She was sort of a Be–ach! No biggie, we all have our moments. What can I say, you’re all friends with her, I was just in shock that her infectious positive energy was noticeably absent. We talked for a bit, and then they left. Already inside Pig’n Whistle I decided a pint of Bass Ale might do me good. Sipping my second pint, I met a woman that I really hit if off with, the first woman in my life to write down all of her info for me, meticulously, on a napkin. I hadn’t even asked! She seemed like a potential, friend/mate, but she lives in NY!
After she left, and onto my third pint, I met this guy, and he said, “I’m drinking Tequila,” I said, “I’m drinking Beer.” He bought me several shots of Tequila and suggested that we go to a Karaoke Bar. On the way to the club he asked me if I was Gay and I said, “No, are you?” He said, “No” but suspiciously continued to buy me Tequila and Coronas all night. After drinking him under the table I called two of my female friends who are homosexual yet paradoxically Republican and born again and don’t drink, for ride home at two in the morning. Despite our political and religious views being opposite, they still picked me up.
When I woke up the next day, it took me a few minutes to remember how I got home and realize that I must have been looking freaking hot that night, since I drank free all night long and was hit on by both sexes!
Where else can you get an ego boost like that besides Los Angeles?
