I was midnight blowing my Midwest money
At the Whiskey on the Sunset Strip
Just trying to catch a buzz, listening to some Guns
You dug I wasn't trying to be hip
With those Malibu eyes, Hollywood smile
You know I couldn't leave you alone
Cause you make me feel like Beverly Hills
On the cover of Rolling Stone
At the Whiskey on the Sunset Strip
Just trying to catch a buzz, listening to some Guns
You dug I wasn't trying to be hip
With those Malibu eyes, Hollywood smile
You know I couldn't leave you alone
Cause you make me feel like Beverly Hills
On the cover of Rolling Stone
- Frankie Ballard
Thursday 9 June
Left Chicago this morning – pretty much against my will. As
I mentioned yesterday, the more people I get to know here, the harder it is to
depart. Unfortunately, all good things must come to an end.
Had a great flight out to Los Angeles on Southwest. No
baggage fees, multiple drinks and snacks and very friendly crews. I should’ve
mentioned my enjoyment of Southwest when we flew from Los Angeles to Chicago
two weeks ago, but it slipped my mind amongst the fog of eighteen hours of
flying. I’ll definitely fly with Southwest wherever possible from now on.
Los Angeles was a little overcast when we arrived, but there
was a pretty spectacular sunset later as some of the cloud cleared. Watched the
first period of Game 5 of the Stanley Cup Final between Pittsburgh and San
Jose, had a snack at Denny’s, which sits adjacent to our hotel (the Travelodge
near LAX International Airport – a really good sized room close to a lot of
attractions) and headed out to North Hollywood to meet our friend, Nate.
I absolutely could not live in Los Angeles because of the
traffic. The rush hour seems to last from about 6:00am to 8:30pm and you scarcely
achieve speeds higher than 20mph during this time. So, the endless lines of
slow-moving traffic make things awkward when you need to use the bathroom
fairly desperately. And then, very desperately.
As occurred last night. Had to jump off the nearest exit –
we found ourselves in Beverly Hills, and it was like something from a TV show,
lavish mansions, impossibly expensive and exotic cars and palm trees that reach
for the sky – and travel what felt like an eternity to find a gas station with
a bathroom in the suburbs.
Strangely, you don’t see gas stations on the sides of the
big freeways and interstates here like you do anywhere else in America (and in
Australia, for that matter), which is unusual. Just made it in time. Bought a
packet of Lays chips so that I could use the facilities. Pretty sure it was the
best purchase I’ve made this trip!
Hanging out with Nate is always awesome. For the
uninitiated, he’s a professional drummer, an insane talent, and works on American
version of The Voice. He can tell a story and a joke like no one else, and it’s
impossible not to have a good time. We also end up meeting other cool people…like Mr Jonathan Mover, who, as it turns out, is responsible for – amongst many other songs with artists like Alice Cooper, Aretha Franklin and Elton John, to name just three – the drums on one of my all-time favourite songs, “Lay Down Your Guns”
by Jimmy Barnes. He’s basically drumming royalty, according to Nate. I’d take
that as gospel.
So funny! |
We watched some live music at Universal Bar and Grill, then
went up to the Hard Rock Café where Nate is a celebrity like the Wellers are
celebrities at Taste of Wheaton. We watched Nate talk his way into the parking
lot, by telling the lady on the gate that although he didn’t have his parking
laminate, he did indeed work there – and ended up having to show photos on his
phone of him drumming on The Voice. Incredibly hilarious. I think she just let
him through to shut him up? Eh, whatever works.
The bartender at Hard Rock Mache, is a really cool dude, and
happily made us mystery cocktails – which we later found out had vodka, smoked
rum, cranberry juice and pineapple juice – that tasted absolutely heavenly. Had
a nice BBQ chicken with coleslaw for a late dinner. Laughed so hard my cheeks
and stomach hurt. That’s a regular occurrence with Nate.
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