at The Grove
189 The Grove Drive
Los Angeles, CA 90036
You know you had a good night when…
You wake up the next morning, *ahem* naked, except for your earrings – actually, make that only one earring, the other one is nowhere to be found until three days later – face down on your bed. Not in your bed and under the covers, but right smack dab in the middle, diagonally, spread eagle, face down on top of the covers of the bed that looks exactly like it did yesterday morning right after you made it, except for the smeared mascara in two perfect little black spots. Ugh. Drycleaning.
You have bruises on your knees and elbows and shins that hurt a lot.
Your face is sunburned on one cheek. Or maybe it’s just burned. But you were inside the Whisper Lounge (supposedly). And it’s burnt on just one cheek.
You have over 20 missed calls and txt messages in your phone that you never read last night, but most of them are asking “whr r u?” and “r u ok?!?!” and “wtf?!?!”
You feel skinny because oops, you guess you were on a liquid diet yesterday
You feel skinny because you realize, after going into the bathroom, that at some point, your liquid diet that went in came right back out.
You look through your camera and apparently, you were having so much fun that you took a lot of pictures. Of nothing. And everything. WHO ARE THESE PEOPLE IN YOUR CAMERA?!?!
You know you had a good night when: you have zero recollection of the evening whatsoever. Zero.
At what point does “sometimes” become a “pattern?” *sigh*
Please, if you were there, don’t ask me if I remember my own two Citron/sodas, sneaking sips of your Dirty Martini, squealing over hot pink X-rated, playing with a troll, trying to pick up a woman, chatting with Bill, the shots of wait-don’t-you-hate-tequila-yes-who-cares-lets-do-shots-of-Patron, and getting *shush*ed by the bartender because “Hey now, we don’t talk like that here!?” Don’t ask me if I remember.
And, please, for the love of my sanity and personal perceived integrity, do not remind me. I prefer to live in ignorance and tell myself that I had a great time.
I had a great time. I had a fabulous time. I had an awesome, rockin’, wildly crazy fun time.
And of all places, at The Grove.