LA
So I’ve got a wedding to go to tomorrow. That’s going to last like an hour, because I don’t really know or care for anyone there. Here’s the situation on the ground:
1.) I have an orange camaro.
2.) We’re stationed right in the heart of town on the 12th floor of the LAX Sheraton.
3.) We set this up ages ago and planned to be wasteful, so virtually any conceivable circumstance is paid for.
4.) We’re in California until Monday, and the plan is to conk out on the flight on the way back. Sleep is optional.
Any recommendations?
Go play Hold ‘Em at the Commerce Casino. Famous casino, players are from central casting. Good times.
A fucking Orange Camaro? If it’s pre-1984 you can write your own ticket in this town. Musso and Frank’s on Hollywood Blvd for dinner and abuse-from-old-waiters, Drinks in the Chateau Marmont lobby.
