The Escapist hosted a rockin’ party last night at Privilege and luckily, I got on the VIP list!
Yeah yeah, but it’s still cool being on something called the “VIP list”. So a half dozen of us, dressed to the nines, show up shortly after stopping at Wendy’s for a quick bite. Naturally any cologne we’ve applied is being overpowered by the pungent aroma of french fries and that enigmatic ‘fast food stench’. And of course my friend decides he’s not going to let it seep into the fabric of the rental SUV we have to drive around for the rest of the week – so there he is, a sharply dressed player running around an exclusive LA nightclub with a bunch of Wendy’s bags asking for a garbage can. And thusly our entrance was executed.
More on what happened inside later.
