Hollywood

This weekend was eventful.  Got hit on by an old dude at a West Hollywood gay bar and saw Tommy Lee at a Hollywood nightclub.

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Good, I have your attention?  Okay let's back up.

Before the holidays, I received an email from a fellow blogger, El Genio, who lives in the LA area.  It was in response to a post I wrote back in December.  He offered to meet up in person to talk over lunch sometime.  I had met up with a blogger once previously (wow, I'm going crazy with the links here), so the idea of meeting up with someone else wasn't too scary (especially since I've opened up to a lot more people since then).  Last weekend we managed to meet up for lunch.  We had a good conversation, he's a really nice guy.  The major thing I was worried about actually was the size/crowdedness of the restaurant and how it would affect my willingness to discuss personal issues.  But once I got to talking I pretty much though "screw it" and had no problem.  After lunch we parted ways and I left feeling glad that I had taken him up on his offer to meet.

A couple days later I sent him an email suggesting that sometime I tag along with him and his friends when they went to West Hollywood.  Part of my mission to "get out there."  I figured I could meet him the next time I visited my cousin.  I gave my cousin a call to see what weekend would work, and he ended up inviting me to his work party that happened this weekend.  Before the party he had to work for a couple hours, which left me with some free time.  So, I contacted El Genio to see if he was available.  We ended up going to WeHo and having dinner with a friend of his, then they took me to one of their favorite bars.  It was rather early so there weren't very many people there.  I was just checking it out, but at least one older guy was checking me out.  At one point he walks over to me and starts kinda staring at me.  I give him a polite smile and turn back to El Genio's friend (EG was getting drinks at the bar).  Then I look back and the guy (probably a little drunk) says, "This bar smells."  Uhh . . . okay.  "Yeah, kinda does . . ." I say as El Genio returns to the rescue with the drinks.  The three of us step off to the side and the creeper walks off.  Not long after that I had to leave for my cousin's party (with a pit stop at his place since I forgot my license, oops), and EG was nice enough to give me a ride.  So, first gay bar experience where I actually got hit on (sort of . . . that dude needs to work on his pick up lines . . .)  A little awkward, but being among friends helped sooo much.  I didn't feel quite as self-conscious as I did in Chicago.

Then came my cousin's work party at a nightclub in Hollywood.  Tommy Lee was actually one of the DJs (apparently that is a recent pursuit of  his?)  He seemed to be getting really into it.  The music was so loud and bass-heavy that it kept pushing bottles and glasses toward the edge of the table.  Not really my cup of tea music-wise, but in the club setting it's alright.  We hung out with my cousin's colleagues for a while and then called it a night.

Other than my dabbling in the various types of Hollywood nightlife, I mostly hung out with my cousin this weekend.  We saw Mission Impossible 4 (quite good), and yesterday we went to my cousin's gym.  Lots of eye candy in a Hollywood gym, let me tell you.  I'm surprised I got anything done (though I did manage to work legs quite well, my calves were killing me today).  That was actually why I didn't have my license when I went to the bars . . . since I was a guest at the gym I had to give it to a staff member, and when he returned it I put it in the pocket of my gym shorts rather than my wallet.  Oops.  That's okay, I got a tour of the gym and the staff guy was quite attractive and really nice.  I was hoping to see some famous people (Mike Manning or Darren Criss maybe???) but no luck, haha.

Before I drove back to my place tonight I watched American Idol with my cousin, who is a huge fan of it.  I've never watched it much, although I do occasionally watch performances on YouTube.  The last guy on it tonight was a young guy named Phillip Phillips (yep) who's really good looking and has a pretty killer voice.  He sang "Superstition" and then grabbed his guitar to do a really cool rendition of "Thriller."  Earlier there was a brother-sister team that had auditioned last year, but only the sister was auditioning this year.  However, the judges remembered the brother favorably and pressured him into trying out again.  He was a looker with a great voice too, and both he and his sister got invited to Hollywood (even though he hadn't even been planning to audition, haha).  I almost want to watch this season to see how those two guys do.

So my weekend in a nutshell: checked out guys at the gym, went to a WeHo gay bar, went to a nightclub, watched a Tom Cruise movie, and watched American Idol.  LOL.