Published 11/6/2012
If you’re one of the faithful few who actually reads my blog,
you may have noticed that more than a month has passed since my last post. I
blame this on a myriad of things, all of which can be attributed to a magical
and horrible phenomena that occurs when one has been in LA for two years.
Things suddenly get much, much worse. Gone are the days when I could leisurely
write about my subpar living conditions and unfortunate on set experiences with
caustic glee. I have suddenly become more of a starving
artist than I previously was for reasons that include but are not limited to
the fact that my hours at my dead end, non-industry job have been reduced due
to new part-time laws in California. I’ve
also been slightly preoccupied as I’ve been trying to sue my landlord because
surprise, my studio apartment isn’t properly permitted and it turns out, I’m
living in an illegal unit. Fun.
In any event, a few of my friends recently dragged me to theHudson for much needed drinks that I can no longer afford. As luck would have
it, the Hudson is a charming place: It’s dark but not gloomy, the crowd is
actually sophisticated as it’s far
enough beyond Hollywood to avoid being grimy and not deep enough into Weho to
be wild, and their late night menu has ah-mahz-ing
creations like short rib grilled cheese sandwiches, and garlic fries that will
no doubt haunt my dreams until the end of time. Also the guy at the door has a
magnificent beard. Seriously, you could probably find the way to Narnia through
that thing.
The only bone I have
to pick with this establishment is that for a place so wonderfully mellow, the
music was so, so loud. Like, I had to shout more than I do at college game day
at Big Wangz. But despite the noise and
the inordinate number of women swathed in Jersey
Shore-levels of leopard print and entire Housewives franchises worth of rhinestone jackets, I will
definitely be adding this to my list of new favorite places.
This outing of mine was nearly perfect but alas, it was
tarnished by my dear unsubtle friend. I have become the target of her
unsolicited matchmaking because she and one of our compadres have started
dating, and have made it their mission to marry me off to our fourth mutual
friend. Well-meaning though they may be, this foolhardy plan will only end badly for everyone, as the only thing that
said friend and I have in common is that fact that we are both black and
attractive. Well, also we’re actors, but out here who isn’t . It’s not going to
happen friends! We do NOT like each other like that. Anyways, I shall return to
the Hudson to wreck my diet with their carb-tastic bar food and hopefully by the
time I do, my life will be in less of a shambles.
EVENING SCORECARD:
Venue: 5
Alcohol Situation:
4 (Only because they insist on using mason jars. Really, that needs to stop!)
Actual Beneficial
Networking Achieved:0
Personal
Victory/Dignity Retained: 5
Atmosphere:
#winning
you lost me at Mason Jars.( -_-)
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