by Corey Deguise on
So i am used to really nice clubs coming from LA. Love going out and know what to expect usually. Boy was I in for a surprise last week. Set was recommended by our hotel concierge as being all that. Totally wasted my time going there. First of all, its Eurozone. If u are not of Eastern European heritage, u better pray to the gods above cause there is no way u are getting in. Me and my 2 girlfriends get there about 12am. There was about 20 people in line. I walked up to the bouncer wanting to know what the cover charge was. This two asian chicks we in front of me in line. I guess they had been there for some time. Anyway the bouncer basically told them that they were not getting in. Totally discriminating! I thought it was so rude. Then this 2 Eastern Europeean chicks jump the line in front of me and hopped over the barrier. By then i was totally pissed, and so when i asked the bouncer what the cover charge was and how long the wait was, and when he looked at me as though i was some rat that just crawl out, i knew that was it. Took my friends off to another place. The sad thing is that some of these places pretend to be something they are not. They are not in Europe for heavens sake and they should not think that they can hold a candle to LA or New YOrk. Grown up people!
by Herra Chink y. on
On a recent morning commute, I picked up a copy of the SF Examiner, and flipped directly to the celebrity gossip column because, well, because I care more about Blohan and Pamela Anderson than I do about Iraq. Also, God Bless America! And, why do you hate freedom? And I read this juicy tidbit on the purely "friendly" relationship between Paris Hilton and Adrian Grenier (the star of the TV show Entourage): "We met a couple years ago and we've stayed friends," the former "Simple Life" star explains. "He's been like kind of a mentor to me, teaching me about the environment and what I can do." "I think it's cool to talk to someone in L.A. who has more to talk about than all this artificial crap people talk about," the hair-extensions sporting, colored-contacts-wearing heirhead continues. "It's nice to talk to someone who's real." And then I am thinking god, L.A. is so bad, people try so hard to search for meaning, they don't even realize when the meaning that they're trying so hard to find is simply a carbon-copy or facsimile of what is actual reality. Then I made the connection. Adrian Grenier is Medjool, and Paris Hilton is his clientele.