Saturday night was the night of the Drink-Eat-Play Speakeasy event at the Hollywood Renaissance Hotel. I had to work on Saturday, so I was running a little late. Surprise, I’m Latin and I’m late ALL the time! Since we were already late, we didn’t have enough time to check out the opening party for, Agura, which our friendly blogging neighbor, SinoSoul, kindly invited us to. We’ll have to check it out soon and report back. The main reason I was late was because I was having a hard time choosing a 20’s era themed outfit. On the contrary, Ms. Carina did not and actually tweeted this, “We are going to the @drinkeatplay Speakeasy tonight but I am afraid that my pearls may bring my dress down. Them pearls are heavy.” If you don’t understand that tweet, look at the above outfit – Scandalous!
It seems our unfortunate delay got us to the Speakeasy just in time. The whiskey to laughter ratio was 1:1. I was driving so I did a lot of sipping and pouring. Carina, on the other hand, was the uncouth one of the night and didn’t “cheerlead” any of her drinks. “Cheerlead” is our new term for when someone doesn’t finish their drink. If she didn’t like one whiskey, she simply added it to the one she did. How that makes logical sense to any sober person, I’m unsure. Needless to say, I lost her in the crowd only to find her about an hour later with a new friend, Sandra, talking to some good looking men and giggling. Sandra is a good friend of, John, who runs Social Domain LA. Here’s a tidbit of the conversation I walked into:
Sandra: (to the good-looking guy) What’s your name?
Sandra: Mac? As in Big Mac?
Carina: No, Matt, as in a doormat. We’re going to walk all over you.
Dios mio! I should’ve known better than to leave her alone in a ballroom full of whiskey. The other uncouth moment of the night came from after running into this one vendor over and over again. Here’s the last encounter:
Carina: Running into you again?! What are following us? You can on Twitter.
Man: Yeah, I’m like a bad song – You can’t get rid of me!
Carina: More like a VD.
Ms. Sandra (above) was the girl of the hour (she was also the girl Carina ditched me for). I hope I’m not getting traded in for a wittier, perkier model… The best cocktail of the night was a tie between The Edison’s liquor concoction, which was topped with Edison Beer and Varnish’s “Lemon Cayenne Pepper” drink. Refreshing and yet so bad – A common theme in an Uncouth Gourmand life. In fact, Cedd Moses, the owner of the 213 Downtown Group, gave me a personal tour if his favorite booth(s). The 213 Downtown Group is responsible for bringing you such bars as Seventh and Grand, Varnish, The Doheny, and my personal favorite, Tony’s. Arun, a good friend who lives in downtown said, “Cedd Moses is responsible for giving me all the good places to hang out in downtown.” The UG Girls surely agree.
11PM came around and we were sad to say goodbye to the Speakeasy. We laughed and had so much fun! Dan, the owner of Drink, Eat, Play, really outdid himself this time. Of all his events are great, (no joke) but this one was the best. Drinks were great, there were boys in ties (you don’t see that much in LA), and the participation from the vendors to the attendees was excellent. From there we headed to Viceroy in Santa Monica where our friend was having her birthday party. We got there at around midnight and the line was around the corner. The UG Girls, of course, walked right up to the front and without having to say a word, were escorted right in. I have a feeling it was Carina’s dress and pearls and not our blogger status. 😉
But just as our luck is good, it always turns ugly. The birthday party was over and we had to mingle with some creepy guys whose pick-up line was, “Hey, I’m a doctor and he’s a dentist. Would you like a drink?” Smarmy. Our friend, Kane, came back and had two more drinks with us. Liked the place, but didn’t like the Friday night crowd. We’ll surely be back soon to try the new Happy Hour menu, though. We hear it’s pretty stellar. Beer, beach, and boys – What more could we ask for? We ended up leaving at 2A and drove Kane home. Carina and I had some deep conversation and decided to detour into downtown and hit up The Original Pantry Cafe. Carina had never been and, well, it’s my favorite breakfast joint in town. She was thoroughly impressed by the one line cook who cooks for the entire restaurant without tickets and with one swift spatula. I am always impressed that even with only one cook, you get your meal in less than 5 minutes.
We gabbed about what it means to have male friends and, even if, that was possible. Any commentary on that? Male friends, has that become an oxymoron? I, Josie, have never had male friends and am really starting to get disappointed by some of my male relationships. Carina, who has far more male friends than female friends, tells me that men are better friend and less maintenance but they are unreliable and you just must deal with that. She also explained that it was weird with male friends when you are both single and it is weird if one of you is in a relationship. The whole thing sounds weird to me, but I want to know more. What are your experiences? Do you care to tell me over fried eggs or when I have a fox around my neck?
It was a long night. We hit up Hollywood, Santa Monica, and downtown. But hey, we live in LA. The people that have the most fun, are the ones that are not afraid to drive in search of it.