Memorial Day weekend was memorably immemorable this year. Hui Chin and I swung it at Bar Sinister, a Gothic Club off Hollywood Blvd. Black was the dress code, and a dog collar put you in the "in" crowd.
Among the interesting people we met were Jing (a Thai physics graduate from Cal Tech who danced alone so that she would not injure anyone with her frantic-hand- flailing-help-I'm-drowning dance), Martin (a director of Photography who kept buying us shots of Patron... pronounced Pah-thhrawn. Tron has to be pronounced with a nasal twist.) and Kim (the sweaty trisexual chick in tight leather pants from the midwest). I didn't know how drunk I was at the club until I tried to stand. I would have gotten a tattoo that night had the tattoo place not closed half an hour earlier than usual. We ended up sleeping in the car till I sobered up.
Among the interesting people we met were Jing (a Thai physics graduate from Cal Tech who danced alone so that she would not injure anyone with her frantic-hand- flailing-help-I'm-drowning dance), Martin (a director of Photography who kept buying us shots of Patron... pronounced Pah-thhrawn. Tron has to be pronounced with a nasal twist.) and Kim (the sweaty trisexual chick in tight leather pants from the midwest). I didn't know how drunk I was at the club until I tried to stand. I would have gotten a tattoo that night had the tattoo place not closed half an hour earlier than usual. We ended up sleeping in the car till I sobered up.