Mar 24, 2011

It's a mad, mad world

Last night started with me sitting in bed with pimple cream on my face around 9:00 and ended with some flying midget bartenders.

Gotta love Los Angeles!

Taryn's power of persuasion got me to join her at Beacher's Madhouse -- a club most notably in Vegas and New York.  It's official opening was last night and needless to say... it was a literal madhouse.

Where do I even start?  I had the most bizarre experience of my life.  I say this often, but really, the past three weeks... not really sure what's going on upstairs, but I've been having quite a few interesting experiences.

Let's see.  Beacher's is located in The Roosevelt Hotel, which houses Teddy's and Spare Room.  I love Teddy's, however I can never get into Spare Room because the place has tighter security than Obama, but last night the club gods let us in.  It was probably because it was a Wednesday, mostly because of the crew we were with.  I really like this place -- has a vintage feel, is a bar -- not a club, and has two bowling lanes which is pretty awesome.  The coolest part is probably the awesome vintage bowling shoes.

After a drink or two we decided to go down and brave Beacher's Madhouse.  Our promoter friend JP invited us, but the group we were with had a table, so luckily I didn't have to subject myself to Hollywood caste system humilation and we walked in without any fuss. 

I've gotta hand it to the owners, the place lived up to the name.  Immediately upon entry there was a giant dude on stilts, drag queens, people in animal costumes, and midgets.  Yes, I use the term midget because that is what they are referred to there -- they're notoriously known for their Midget Bar and Flying Midget Bartenders, who are hoisted and flown around the entire club with Christmas lights strung on them.  Needless to say it was a circus.

When we got there, we landed at a table with Hayden Panetierre, Vanessa Hudgens (coming from the Sucker Punch premiere) and Dane Cook.  And then, out of nowhere, Jon Hamm appeared. 

Pause: I feel like I need to say something.  I can talk about seeing these people because it's not like we were getting chummy and having a conversation.  They were just at the table.  Trust me, I'm not that girl who's going around exaggering crap to make myself feel better.  I always hate when people are like "I hung out with _______ last night!" and really they just saw them in the bathroom for a hot minute. 
Also, I'm not above being starstruck.  I don't think I'm hot sh*t,  I mean, I'm no one.  Just a bystander in this crazy town, getting to experience all the ups and downs LA has to offer.  One upside for me is, of course, the celebrities, considering I absolutely love everything entertainment related.  You see these people in the media and it's cool getting to see them in person, because they're just living their life but in the limelight.   I'm not going to freak out over it.  However, I'm a commoner.   For example: I can say, "Holy crap, we were at Leonardo Dicarpio's table last Friday," and it's not going to matter because it's not like I know him, so I wouldn't consider it "selling out" or inappropriate.  I'm simply observing.  If I had gotten into a convo with someone, you can bet I would be sparing those details because there's nothing more obnoxious than people who are friends with someone in the spotlight and all they do is talk about it and name drop.  Gag.  I think what I'm really trying to say here is that while I tell stories like this, I'm not a tell-all, and I know what to talk about publicly and what needs to be kept private.  I want to live my life with tact, dignity and consideration for others... so I hope you guys don't think I'm acting like a name-dropper or some kind of douche for talking about my sightings, because I'm just a chick who gets a thrill out of these types of situations, because if I were back home it would never have happened.  However, I know most of you who read like hearing about this stuff, so I fulfill that with tiny tidbits here and there.  I don't even know why I feel the need to explain myself, but alas I am.  Thanks for letting me stand on that soapbox. :)

Anyway, in between flying midget bartenders, contortionists and dance routines to a mash up of "Party Like a Rock Star" and "The Oompa Loompa Song," we decided to bail and ended up in some hotel suite with Paris and Nicky Hilton, Kelly Osbourne (who was dressed up as Snow White for the opening), David Arquette and Dane Cook.  I was sitting in a chair observing this with a new friend when we both wondered, "What are we doing here?"  I felt like a fly on the wall.

So that was my night in a nutshell.  Crazy how I was supposed to be in bed eating Kraft Mac and Cheese.

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