First Real Post for My First Night Out
So I’m officially living in Beverly Hills. I have the keys to my apartment, but I have no stuff. In the meantime, I’ve been living out of the luxurious Beverly Pavilion (scroll right for the Ferrari delaership), a stone’s throw away from Rodeo Drive and all that. Supposedly, if the movers would just stop lying, all of my furniture and bling will be here on Tuesday. My sweet ride will be here on Wednesday.
Speeking of sweet rides, I drove around last night in a Boxster. That truly made me feel like a Beverly Hills citizen, however I was quickly dismayed when I realized that my roomy Honda Pilot will hardly stand up in BH. How will my poor Pilot, the Weighty-Eight Beagle, feel when pitted against Porsches and Ferraris all day? Maybe a sunroof would help him cope.
I ended up at a party in Santa Monica at Ma’Kai. This place was really cool. It was what I imagine to be the typical Santa Monica beach bar/restaurant. I met a wide variety of people from all walks of life, people that are directors at Sony, producers at Fox, etc. Keep in mind that none of these people were actually directors or producers in film or television.
We then hoped over to Voda for dinner. Yet again, a cool little bar/lounge with a whole lot of people to meet. The door to get in this place had no signs and just a bouncer out front. At first I thought we were ducking into an alleyway to sell our kidneys, but I guess they wouldn’t card you for that sort of thing.
After Voda, another short walk to Warszawa Restaurant. This place had a sweet outdoor patio with 2 different parties going on (a birthday party and a going away party). I hung out with the main announcer for Fox Sports World who covers all of the soccer games they air. In my books, its hard to be more celebrity than that. I also met several Londoners who claimed they had never seen a better David Brent impersonation than my own. That kind of compliment will go unmatched for the rest of my life. No, the rest of the universe.
Unfortunately I left my new digital camera at the hotel, so I have no pics. My first night out will be a hard one to beat.


09. Jul, 2005 











Sounds like a good time out and about, much more la te da than the standards of stuka getting hammered where ever it is his butt falls, keep up the good work
I’m going to say the limeys were complimenting you to just to get into your pants. Your David Brent is nowhere near as good as your Marge.