Life goals 187 & 213
Life goals 187 & 213, check and check! And both in one night, amazing.
I went out tonight with some friends. Ben and CScott are members of a band called "SAY YES" and they played their first gig tonight at the Blue Moon Lounge in Glendale. Of course I went to support them. They went early to get settled, and I showed up about 45 minutes before they started their set. When I arrived, I was stoked because I knew I would be able to tell the bouncer, "It's OK. I'm with the band." Oh yah... that's a classic line that I've been waiting years to use. So when the bouncer asked for ID when I wanted to go in, I threw that line out there to see how it would work. OK, well, maybe I didn't actually say it, but I thought it, and that's enough to check off life goal number 213: be able to tell the bouncer, "I'm with the band," and not be lying.
After they finished their set (about 30 minutes) we headed to this happening bar in Hollywood called The Well. The line to get in was pretty long. I mean, by certain standards it wasn't horribly long, but considering that I would never go to a bar where you had to wait in line just to get in, this was a long line. I would say there were probably 30-50 people in the line. I wasn't particularly thrilled about the prospect of waiting in line... so I didn't. CScott and I arrived together, saw a friend named Edie who told the bouncer to "take care of us" and in we went. That's right, VIP access to The Well! As I was walking in in front of all the boring normal people waiting in the line I wanted to turn and laugh at them, but I decided that would be a less than stellar idea, so I refrained. But know that I was laughing on the inside... oh yes, there was internal laughter. And there goes life goal 187: getting into a club ahead of the stupid normal people because I am better than they are.
All in all it was a good night. I will post some pictures from their music set once they get the pictures off the digital camera. That should be by sometime on Sunday, I would expect.
Speaking of Sunday, I should get to bed. It's almost 3 a.m. here in Los Angeles and I have to get up and drive to San Jose tomorrow. Yawn.