Today I'm writing about my friend Elliott.
On Tuesday, after I got outta work, I headed downtown to pick up Jason and head to the gym. My dear friend Ryan was driving back up to Berkeley from San Diego and was going to meet us for dinner and drinks after we got back from the gym. We ended up going to a Thai food place in Thai town called Red Corner. The food was incredible and I think my addiction to fried chicken may be subsiding, thanks to a revisited addiction to Yum Bla Muk, or lemongrass calamari.
Jason, Ryan and I head to the Abbey to meet up with some other friends for a casual drink. We got to the abbey and ordered a drink an waited for Elliott. I can almost pinpoint the exact moment, where the evening was sucked dry of all banality. Keep in mind this was a Tuesday. Ryan kept asking, why are we waiting for Elliott, who is Elliott? Needless to say Ryan was soon to find out who Elliott was. Elliott arrived about 30 minutes after we did and proceeded to buy a round of drinks. Three Vodka Sodas and Two Patron shots later, the lights started coming on. The bar was closing and we were kicked to the curb. Elliott wanted to go get some more food(on this brisk Wednesday Morning) so we did. When the little Korean restaurant refused to serve us more alcohol, at 3AM, we left and went to a karaoke bar in Korea Town. Cue surreal insanity....NOW!
We pull into the parking lot of a certain nameless karaoke bar on Harvard and Wilshire and my attention is immediately drawn to this Asian woman by the back entrance with a stroller. Thought #1, where the hell am I, Thought #2, Who the hell has a baby out at this hour, Thought #3, why does that woman have hairy knuckles and facial hair?? All three of these questions were answered when Elliott went and talked to her/him/her/whatever. It was a man, a very gay looking one at that, with a stroller and two Maltese dogs...WTF? Elliott and heshe chat for a bit in Korean, and then we go upstairs. The place is completely empty, again it is friggin' Wednesday morning at 3AM. We go into a karaoke room and are immediately bombarded with platters of fruit, cuttlefish and Korean ramen. We were RAVENOUS...Then came the large styrofoam cups of Soju and beer. As if it was not bad enough, heshe starts telling Jason how pretty he is and asking him if he has a girlfriend. After the laughter subsides, heshe starts asking us if we want girls tonight. He was trying to pimp call girls to three gay men and drunk Ryan at 3:30AM, Not the best marketing plan if you ask me.
The visual is priceless and I am really not sure my artists rendering will do it justice, so I will let your imaginations run wild. Elliott, Jason, Ryan and myself, karaoke-ing to Bohemian Rhapsody while he/she is groping on his/her prostitute while standing on the table, as two little Maltese dogs run around the room trying to eat what was left of the food...The most random night I have had in recent memory.
When we were driving home, Ryan finally understood why we were waiting for Elliott. Shit just kinda happens when you hang out with Elliott! Hahaha
I'd also like to point out that my original plan was to leave LA at 5:30AM so that I could try to make it back to Berkeley for a meeting that day. Needless to say, we got way more wasted than I had originally anticipated and arrived back at Brandon's place at 4:30AM. I missed my meeting and ended up leaving LA around 11AM instead...
ReplyDeleteWow, I ate at Red Corner last Sunday. It was delish!
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