Uptown Girl: The Week In Review
And I've been living in an uptown world. The past five nights non-stop.
(I love how now that I have a digital camera and some bad ass pictures to post, that blogger is being a huge piece of crap and won't let me post anything. /*&$@#(*&@^!!!!)
After days of unpacking and decorating, I was ready to get the hell out of the place for a bit. What a better reason to reunite with one of my fave high school and acting buds, Pat. So after ten years having not seen each other, he picked me up and introduced me to what could possibly be my favorite neighborhood bar. Definitely walkable. No relation to Slash, it's called the Snake Pit on Melrose. Very hip. Cool. Rocker. And they serve Stella on tap.
From there we hit somewhere that slips my mind at the moment because it was already five days ago and my memory sucks. But we ended up tanked at Damiano's, an after hours pizza joint and demolished an entire pizza between the two of us.
Thursday night was a Fairfax night. Hit several places along the way, including The Dime (another great neighborhood almost but not quite dive bar) and Nova Express. Think Mellow Mushroom but with aliens and spaceships. Both were fab. And great for stumbling home from.
Friday night was a dinner party at Nic's Martini Lounge in Beverly Hills. I had heard alot about it, but going out on a Friday night to Beverly Hills isn't really on the agenda when you're jobless. Holy crap!! Best filet I've had in years. Smothered in blueberries (who knew?) and served with onion rings (the best ever) along with the top shelp martinis reminded me that the pitas and hummus I've been living off of really aren't that nourishing after all. Very very posh. Mmmmmmmmm.
(See, technically this should've been like a few different posts, because then it wouldn't be so journalistic. Apologies...when you're moving and trying to live the nightlife, it's hard to find time to write about it when your spare time is usually spent napping for whatever the next night might bring.)
At any rate, I digress. Saturday I had the distinct pleasure of seeing my boyfriend, Dave Grohl play with his band the Foo Fighters at the Long Beach Arena (which is covered by the world's largest mural!!!) with the WOO! guy, Chernobes. Floor tickets and arena rock all in one. We missed the Hot Hot Heat portion and caught about half of Weezer. Foo were freakin' awesome, as usual, even though the "arena rock" vibe took away from the coolness of a more intimate show. Weezer played well, but I still wanted to slap the Buddy Holly right out of them.
After the six pack in the car on the way down the 101 and the $40 worth of beer consumed at the show, it was chicken and waffle time at Roscoe's before the trek back to Hollywood.
As I sit here trying to hold my eyes open and keep myself from nodding off I still have no regrets...absolutely in heaven here.
(I love how now that I have a digital camera and some bad ass pictures to post, that blogger is being a huge piece of crap and won't let me post anything. /*&$@#(*&@^!!!!)
After days of unpacking and decorating, I was ready to get the hell out of the place for a bit. What a better reason to reunite with one of my fave high school and acting buds, Pat. So after ten years having not seen each other, he picked me up and introduced me to what could possibly be my favorite neighborhood bar. Definitely walkable. No relation to Slash, it's called the Snake Pit on Melrose. Very hip. Cool. Rocker. And they serve Stella on tap.
From there we hit somewhere that slips my mind at the moment because it was already five days ago and my memory sucks. But we ended up tanked at Damiano's, an after hours pizza joint and demolished an entire pizza between the two of us.
Thursday night was a Fairfax night. Hit several places along the way, including The Dime (another great neighborhood almost but not quite dive bar) and Nova Express. Think Mellow Mushroom but with aliens and spaceships. Both were fab. And great for stumbling home from.
Friday night was a dinner party at Nic's Martini Lounge in Beverly Hills. I had heard alot about it, but going out on a Friday night to Beverly Hills isn't really on the agenda when you're jobless. Holy crap!! Best filet I've had in years. Smothered in blueberries (who knew?) and served with onion rings (the best ever) along with the top shelp martinis reminded me that the pitas and hummus I've been living off of really aren't that nourishing after all. Very very posh. Mmmmmmmmm.
(See, technically this should've been like a few different posts, because then it wouldn't be so journalistic. Apologies...when you're moving and trying to live the nightlife, it's hard to find time to write about it when your spare time is usually spent napping for whatever the next night might bring.)
At any rate, I digress. Saturday I had the distinct pleasure of seeing my boyfriend, Dave Grohl play with his band the Foo Fighters at the Long Beach Arena (which is covered by the world's largest mural!!!) with the WOO! guy, Chernobes. Floor tickets and arena rock all in one. We missed the Hot Hot Heat portion and caught about half of Weezer. Foo were freakin' awesome, as usual, even though the "arena rock" vibe took away from the coolness of a more intimate show. Weezer played well, but I still wanted to slap the Buddy Holly right out of them.
After the six pack in the car on the way down the 101 and the $40 worth of beer consumed at the show, it was chicken and waffle time at Roscoe's before the trek back to Hollywood.
As I sit here trying to hold my eyes open and keep myself from nodding off I still have no regrets...absolutely in heaven here.
Posted by Stella @ 1:06 AM
2 Comments:
At October 24, 2005 10:20 AM,
Jamie said…
Ok, I admit it. You make LA sound almost livable. Although you'd never see me if I lived there because I'd be camping out at Grauman's and on back lots 24/7.
Dave Grohl is effin hot. Hot hot hot.
At October 24, 2005 1:11 PM,
newton dominey said…
that's a lot of livin'.
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