First we commenced our night at this super bourgeois bar called Japonais. It’s an Asian fusion restaurant that serves sushi and dim sum. Not a place I would ever eat at, but it was surprisingly a nice scene. People were decent-to-good-looking and the ambiance was quite pretty. Music was pretty good too… it ranged from house to dancehall to pop. The bar also offers a great outdoor patio adjacent to the
Spoon, but couldn’t get in due to overcapacity. We stood outside chatting with the bouncers until they saw O take a photo of me giving the middle finger to a passing Hummer. The bouncers were surprised at my gesture of love because, apparently, they are all Hummer drivers. Oops.
So our next stop was Nacional (LA has a club named Nacional too!). It’s a serious dance club that spins salsa, meringue and reggaetone. No Tego Calderon unfortunately… and the people were pretty f-ugly. Total arf arf. Still, O led me on the dance floor and, although difficult at first, I forgot about the ugly people. I was impressed with O’s salsa skills and his uncanny knowledge of
The last stop was Reverse. It’s a club in the former meat-packing district of Chicago, near Oprah Winfrey’s studio. We met up with some of O’s friends there. Not Oprah's friends, but Oliver's, that is. By this time, I was fed up that no one had weed and/or drugs on them. I asked everyone I met. Nada. I asked this one drunk dude whether he had any drugs on him, and he looked at me sadly and said, “Why do you need drugs?” I tapped his drink and kindly reminded him that alcohol is a drug. He thanked me for the reminder. I said “Anytime.” So eventually I resigned and just drank… which I totally regretted when I finally got home at , drunk-called Tonkhero, and passed out in my party gear, completely dehydrated and intoxicated. My mom forcibly woke me up at to have dim sum with my brother and his fiancé. I was totally ill. It was harsh, needless to say… but I did it all for Double O…