When some English pals asked me what we should do on a sunny Sunday in LA (someone brought up Disneyland, shudder), I explained that drinking all day by a rooftop pool ogling hot models IS DISNEYLAND as far as most Angelenos are concerned. Luckily, they’re staying at the posh London West Hollywood. And the Sunset Strip neighborhood — across the street from the Whiskey and a few doors down from the Viper Room, quite literally rocks.
The lovely friends are in town for MuseExpo, which bills itself (quite modestly) as the United Nations of Music & Media. Awesome pal David is here to promote his company, slicethepie.com, wherein you invest in your favorite indie bands and share their success, and the beautiful, sexy & delicious Nicol Dash Jones is here to perform at the Viper Room, tomorrow night, 8pm. Needless to say, GIRL CRUSH! I will be there.
But I digress. While we were lounging poolside, some poor dude slipped and cracked his head clean open, like a melon dropped from a high-rise window. DRAMA! And though we didn’t have any celeb sightings (sigh), Nicol does have a chart-topping single called Heartbreak, so maybe we were the celebrities! (Yes, you may touch the hem of my garment.)
If you have the stamina to drink all day and into the night (I recommend sugar-free Red Bull), this is what the pool would look like:
Awesome pal Arianna has eaten at the London restaurant, helmed by this British soccer hooligan, and sadly, felt underwhelmed and overcharged:
But my drink was DELICIOUS and fresh with real citrus bits and muddled berries (even if it did cost about the same as my monthly car payment), and the sun was shining, and the views from the roof were enchanting. (Not unlike a small hobo. Right Adra?) And when David (who has known me longer than I care to admit) teased me about my longstanding love affair with alcohol, I was actually flattered. I mean, you’ve got to COMMIT to something if you ever want to ACHIEVE anything. Sheesh.