~TAI...
Have you ever had unlucky clothes?
Last night I went to On The Rox, the nightclub above the Roxy on the Sunset Strip. I couldn't decide what to wear, but finally chose a soft black halter with sequins around the neckline. It's a great shirt for going out because it's so comfortable but still so glam; unfortunately nothing good has ever happened to me in it. I don't even mean nothing good; I mean every time I've worn it bad things have happened. Which is doubly inconvenient because it looks really good. So last night (which was billed as the "luckiest night of the millennium" [7/7/07? Get it?]), I decided to give the shirt one last chance. It must have worked because not only did nothing spectacularly bad happen (except for the collective behavior of all the guys I came with, who I immediately spent the night trying to avoid), but the guitarist for the first band even came up and made conversation after his band's set. Perhaps the tide has turned for my favorite off-brand going-out top.
I went with two of the other girl interns from work, one of the guy interns and a bunch of his friends. All of the guys were mainly annoying, but the girls and I had a good time rocking out to Laced Confection and then Ryan Crosby, who was headlining (another CD release party). And then, when Laced Confection announced they were having an afterparty, we decided to go.
But there was still time to kill before that, so we ditched the guys, blew off the club and walked to Mel's Diner, The Majestic of Hollywood. We ate pancakes and drank coffee, and then got out our (handwritten) directions and headed to Ventura for the afterparty. On the way there, we started thinking about what we were about to do...
The directions didn't really say where the party was other than the street and the neighborhood; we only figured out it was Ventura when we realized we were going (very) north. We had talked to the band at On The Rox and told them we were going to come, they were really nice, and we thought it would be fun.
Then when we got close to the house where the party was going to be, we started to doubt the whole situation-- out loud to each other.
"Ok, so what if it's just the band and us?"
"So? We talked to them at the club, they were nice guys..."
"Yeah, but if we aren't having a good time, how will we get out of there without being awkward?"
"Besides that, it's a band afterparty! It's gonna be packed! There'll be tons of people there, it'll be like the video for "Weekend Warriors!"
"Ok, that would be fun..."
"But what if it's just the band and their girlfriends?"
"What kind of band throws an afterparty with their girlfriends? That would just be weird."
"Ok, but it's still possible. It's also possible that it's just going to be a bunch of groupie girls, because what kind of people go to these sorts of parties?"
"What do you mean 'what kind of people go to these parties?' I thought you two do it all the time!"
We drove past the house where the party was... it was well-lit, friendly-looking, and tempting to go, since we all live in apartments and haven't set foot in a real house in weeks, but then we pansied out and just came home instead, acting out the Scary Kids Scaring Kids music video for "My Darkest Hour," and generally rocking out.
I had a good time with the girls. If only the guys were not such losers...
She's so lucky,
B
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