One More Night In Hollywood

So it has been far too long since I have written a new entry. I know I have not been as consistent I would like to be but I am quite busy out there in the streets living this ridiculous crazy life of mine in order to have things to even right about. Plus I have already tried to write this very entry twice already and once my laptop just ran out of juice and shut down without saving and the other time I hit the wrong button and somehow erased all of what I have written. So here it finally is. I am going to write about the events of friday night because in my opinion they would have to be the most significant of recent adventures. I would also like to take this chance to encourage any new or old readers to go back to the beginning and read my blog from there if you haven't already. It kinda shows a little of what has shaped me into the person I am today. I started writing this from jail last year at the end of summer and continued to do it until my release in late january of this year. Hence the name "jordansinjail" right? If you haven't already,please do and tell what you think and feel free to ask me any questions you have.


So anyway. Friday night my friend Nate and I were invited by our friend Elise to go out to Hollywood with her to see a musical act called "The Brian Buckley Band" at a club called Club Play off of Yucca street. I had never heard of them and did not really dig what I saw on youtube of them,but I needed to go out to Hollywood to catch up with a few friends who were in town,so we went. We picked up a friend of ours named Vicky who lives right off Sunset to go with us and we were on our way. Now people who live in the greater Los Angeles area know this quite well,and unless you have just never been to the city,you know that parking is absolutely stupid in Hollywood. I thought of a little something I thought was cute to describe it which is P.I.A.M.I. which basically means "Parking Is A Major Issue" and although it is cheesy it is true. What we finally ended up doing once we parked in an area that was not even too close to the club and which turned out to be a area that you needed a permit to park in, was we grabbed a parking ticket off of a car that had already got one and put it on my friends car so we wouldn't get one of our own. Well really I should say my friend Elise did it,I could never come up with something like that. But would it work is the question? So we went to this little closet of a club and packed in there with a bunch of late twenties early thirties shabbily dressed people with bad haircuts and blue jeans. It did not speak lengths to me about the type of people that listened to The Brian Buckley Band. We watched the show and honestly,the singers voice was pretty rad,I guess. But it just didn't have something that I need music I listen to to have. Let's just say they could have been better and they did have one or two good songs. Maybe you would like them, different strokes for different folks right? I will give them a free plug right here, GO CHECK OUT THE BRIAN BUCKLEY BAND ON YOUTUBE,MAYBE YOU WON'T THINK THEY SUCK. And done. So we are done with Club Play and ready to go out and have fun. I contact my friend Konstintin who lives in Korea Town to come and hangout. I have not seen Konstintin since my release and was very eager to catch up with him.


Another friend of mine was in town too this weekend we were there who I really wanted to link up with. He is a sort of celebrity and asked to not be named in this blog for some stupid reason I have forgotten(I think he has a blog that's written about him or something) so we are not going to say who it is. Let's just say he lives in Hollywood, he was in town from filming a reality competition show on ABC and we wanted to try and see him. Even though it's really hard for him to go out without getting swarmed by (proabably going to be mis-spelled) paparazzi. So I really wasn't going to expect too much of a visit. So we headed down Hollywood Blvd to wait to meet up with Konstintin and my other friend at a very little bar called Scorpion Bar on Hollywood and Las Palmas. We wait there for seems like forever until they both finally show. Konstintin is ready to go out with us the rest of the night,but my other friend just stopped by to say and then was going home to rest before going back to his gnarly filming schedule. So we all head out. Now we end up going to a whole bunch of different places. Vicky and Konstintin both live in the area and know a whole bunch of promoters and what not so we didn't have too much trouble with lines and whatever and what not. Which is always nice. So we went farther up on Sunset to Area for a bit and then Standard but really, I like the clubs and all, but I don't have nearly the kind of money it takes to look cool in a place like that. I wasn't quite dressed right,nor do I have any desire to pay for bottle service just so I can sit down when I don't even drink. So honestly don't get me wrong,they are really reeeeeally nice places,and I would love to be able to go back again,but just within the right circumstances. So we left in Konstintin's car and drove back a little closer to wear Elise parked.

We went to a club called Ecco,which was cool. The difference between Hollywood nightlife and Orange County nightlife is the elbow room. In Orange County you are not completely clustered wherever you go. You don't have to press up against some fat sweaty girls back just to get to the restroom. Ecco was so completely jammed and hot and nasty that after not too long we just wanted to leave to go to another jammed up club. So we walked to or so doors down to The Beauty Bar which I would have to say was more likely than not my favorite out of all the places we went to that night. For those who have never been, it is pretty much set up like an old school beauty salon from the 60's I guess. I had been there before and remember enjoying the colors and decor very much. It was such a fun atmosphere there and the music was far superior to the Hip Hop Dj's that were in most of the places we went that night. So we hungout there. Danced, talked,smoked cigarettes,whatever. I ended up meeting a girl, as I sometimes have been known to do,and having a conversation with her. I am not going to include her name in case she reads this someday. But it was not like the kind of conversation that you have with alot of people. Because I actually enjoyed it I think! And I think I may have even managed to sound smart or at least not stupid. Anyway without talking too much about it,it was definitely the best part of the night. But then it was time to leave. Konstintin dropped us off at Elise's car and we went to a late night restaurant called Bossa Nova's and got some pizza. Which, yes I will admit I actually ate two slices of it and felt like a fat failure. We just talked and rewound some of the events of the night. I persuaded Vicky(who is very British and has a very heavy accent) to record my outgoing message on my cell phone for me so that instead of my boring ugly American voice there would be a smooth sounding British girls voice on there. For those of you that have heard it can proabably tell that we had alot of fun doing that. And then we headed back into the Orange County area.


You know what I just realized? I did not enjoy writing this so many days later after it happened. It feels boring to write about it now. It doesn't feel as fresh as when it first happened and it also feels like I may have left some things out or forgotton things along the way that may be very important elements to the story. You see that right there is why it is so important to be consistant in your writing Jordan. It's just like a muscle really. If you don't work it out every couple days or as often as you can it feels weak when you do use it. Iam sorry everyone. I hope you enjoyed reading this entry,because it wasn't as much fun as i thought it was going to be writing it. Basically the best thing that happened to me that night was meeting and talking to the girl from the beauty bar,and seeing some of my friends I hadn't seen in a bit. But aside from that, it really seemed alot more fun when I hadn't written about it yet. Oh well.