After spending half the day in Disneyland on Saturday, I was feeling an urgent need to spend some time around adults. I ended up at a friend’s BBQ in Downtown, where it was mostly a new crowd, a lot of people who I don’t know.
My friend who was having a BBQ had a whole bunch of friends visiting him from DC-area. The male to female ratio at this party was about 10:1, totally in my favor, except that out of all the guys at the party, there were only couple that I found attractive. One was someone I had already had a drunken make-out session with (a long time ago) and another guy was one of his DC-area friends visiting. Let’s call him DC-dude.
So after the BBQ, and after watching the USC-Ohio St game, everyone decides to go out to a club in Hollywood, which has the highest concentration of the “LA” clubs, the ones that get the most celebs and paparazzi. One of the guys in the group, a DC guy living in LA – let’s call him Zen – has the hookup at Bardot and can get everyone in. Zen and his wife Nam are two of my new favorite people. Very hot and stylish and both really awesome dancers. Anyway… getting a a group of 10+ guys in at Bardot at a last minute on a Saturday night is a small miracle, since 1) Bardot is high up in the LA nightclub pecking order and 2) it’s impossible for a group of 10+ guys to go to a club without the appropriate number of girls in the group. And there were only 3 girls in this group, too low for a group of 10 guys. On the other hand, one of the advantages of being a woman is that the same nightclub rules don’t apply. I can pretty much go anywhere, guest list or no guest list. My rule is, “God did not give me a vagina to stand in lines.” And I live with this rule. If you’re nice to bouncers, and look decent, you can get into any club… if you have a vagina. (more…)
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