happy hour
The Den - West Hollywood
So The Den is basically, pretty much my favorite place ever. EVER. And yes, I realize "basically pretty much" isn't proper English, but guess what? This my webbloggy and I'll do what I want. As I was saying, The Den is fantastic for many reasons. It looks like a little brick cabin you would find in the woods somewhere. The inside looks and feels like a cozy, snug cabin. It's lovely because it feels like you're hanging out with your friends in a homey setting. This is refreshing because let's face it, this is (West) Hollywood we're talking about and Hollywood isn't exactly known for giving you a small town, welcoming feel. There are fireplaces inside and if that isn't enough, there's a dance floor in the middle of the room. The only thing I love more than a great bar, is a bar where you can D.A.N.C.E. Friendly Tip: Make sure you don't dance too close to the fire or you will literally sweat your ass off. I learned this the hard way. It's a strange sensation having your ass burn while you're dancing. I wouldn't recommend it. Now, I know what you're thinking, "How can this place possibly get any better?!" Well I am here to tell you, it does. THEY PLAY KE$HA. You can imagine how I almost went into cardiac arrest when the DJ started playing "We R Who We R." This happened two more times throughout the night when he played another Ke$ha song, "Tik Tok" and "Raise Your Glass" by the one and only P!nk. Here's the thing: you can talk shit about Ke$ha or P!nk or whoever and argue that their music sucks and blah blah blah. I'm kindly asking you to pull your head out of your ass and relax. Their music is fun and gets everyone dancing. Isn't that the whole point? To let loose and dance with your friends? Exactly. So pipe down. I'm talking to you, hipsters.
If you don't like crowds or aren't a fan of literally crawling over someone to get to the other side, then don't go on a Friday or Saturday night. This kind of thing annoys me sometimes, but I gladly let it slide because The Den is so much fun. I saw this one girl, it must have been her birthday or something, but homegurl was having herself a good old time. I saw her sitting with her friends, turned my head for one second, and looked back and she was dancing on the table. "YES." I said to my friend "This is exactly the kind of thing I appreciate. I want to join her." Then I stood there in wide-eyed wonder and gave her a round of applause. It was majestic.
Oh wait! I almost forgot. They have games. I'm talking Jenga and Sorry! people. Sorry! was my shit back in the 3rd grade. I was a champion. Did anyone else have to always be the little blue pawn piece, or was that just me? Anyways, games are fun, the drinks are strong and you can dance (on tables). This is what dreams are made of.
[Editors Note: Do not, under any circumstance, let strangers lure you into the strip club next door. In case you're not sure which one I'm talking about, it's the one with the cartoon woman with boobs so large they could wrap around her neck. These guys attempted to get my friend and I to go in with them as we were getting into our cab. I politely declined, "No thank you. I actually work there, and tonight is my night off and I really don't like to mix business and pleasure, you know? But tomorrow night I'm working! I'll see you there?!" They cheered and were on their way. As we got into the cab, the cab driver said, "You don't work there." "I know. I'm just being an asshole. Wait, how did you know I don't work there?" I replied. "Because I know every girl that works there. I drive them every week," he told me. It was then I was reminded how public cabs truly are and lifted my ass up so it wasn't touching the seat. You must choose your cab wisely, sometimes the first one that rolls up isn't always the best choice.]
If you don't like crowds or aren't a fan of literally crawling over someone to get to the other side, then don't go on a Friday or Saturday night. This kind of thing annoys me sometimes, but I gladly let it slide because The Den is so much fun. I saw this one girl, it must have been her birthday or something, but homegurl was having herself a good old time. I saw her sitting with her friends, turned my head for one second, and looked back and she was dancing on the table. "YES." I said to my friend "This is exactly the kind of thing I appreciate. I want to join her." Then I stood there in wide-eyed wonder and gave her a round of applause. It was majestic.
Oh wait! I almost forgot. They have games. I'm talking Jenga and Sorry! people. Sorry! was my shit back in the 3rd grade. I was a champion. Did anyone else have to always be the little blue pawn piece, or was that just me? Anyways, games are fun, the drinks are strong and you can dance (on tables). This is what dreams are made of.
[Editors Note: Do not, under any circumstance, let strangers lure you into the strip club next door. In case you're not sure which one I'm talking about, it's the one with the cartoon woman with boobs so large they could wrap around her neck. These guys attempted to get my friend and I to go in with them as we were getting into our cab. I politely declined, "No thank you. I actually work there, and tonight is my night off and I really don't like to mix business and pleasure, you know? But tomorrow night I'm working! I'll see you there?!" They cheered and were on their way. As we got into the cab, the cab driver said, "You don't work there." "I know. I'm just being an asshole. Wait, how did you know I don't work there?" I replied. "Because I know every girl that works there. I drive them every week," he told me. It was then I was reminded how public cabs truly are and lifted my ass up so it wasn't touching the seat. You must choose your cab wisely, sometimes the first one that rolls up isn't always the best choice.]
These things happen when they play your favorite Ke$ha song in public. Take 1) This guy pissed me off because he ruined a perfectly good picture. Don't worry, I voiced this quite effectively. Take 2) Come on Sullivan, step it up. Take 3) NAILED IT.
Te'kila - Hollywood
Te'kila is an awesome place for two reasons. Not only do they have a great Happy Hour, but the also have a little thing called TACO TUESDAY. But we will get to that in a minute. Te'kila has Happy Hour 7 days a week from 4pm-7pm. They have $4 beers, $5 magaritas and patron shots and you can choose from various appetizer selections from $3-$5. Taco Tuesday is every week. Again they have $5 margaritas, but they also have $1 tacos. You can't beat that. Now their margaritas are a little on the small side, but they are very strong. They get the job done. You can sit at the bar, grab a table inside or out on the patio. It's a great place to meet up with some friends, relax and grab some drinks. I'd recommend their nachos and the frozen strawberry margaritas. It's never too crazy and you can usually find a table, which is always nice.
I am fond of Te'kila for many different reasons. I have some great memories there and some not so great memories from Te'kila, but not bad enough to keep me away for good. But there was one particular night that stands out in my mind the most. A friend and I ventured out into Hollywood one evening. An employee from Te'kila was standing out front, stopped managed to lure us into their Happy Hour. We had no choice but to go inside and try it out. I mean, he was standing right there. This particular night was not very crowded so we decided to sit at the bar. We begin to banter back and forth about pointless things, which is pretty standard in our everyday lives. I noticed a good looking guy sitting next to us. He could hear our conversation and was laughing (in a friendly way) at all of the random things we were saying. I whispered to my friend, "Oh my gosh that guy next to us is so cute. He kinda looks like he belongs in One Direction." To which she responded with, "One Direction sounds like the name of a Christian rock band." I followed up with "There is only One Direction to Jesus." while pointing up to the heavens. Our conversation got progressively more ridiculous from there. We both have really outgoing, in your face, kind of personalities. We're loud, slightly annoying and we don't always think before talking. But we're also funny and when we're together we feed off each other and we don't stop talking. The guy looks at us and says jokingly, "How much have you girls had to drink tonight?" and as he spoke, out came the most beautiful, Australian accent I have ever heard. In my head I have always pictured my dream man to be from Australia. i don't know why, but it's just always been that way. We laughed at his comment and told him we hadn't had anything to drink, as we were only a few sips into our first and only margarita that night, but explained that we get asked that often. It's just something about our personalities. Normally I can talk to anyone, anywhere at anytime and have no problem with it. But for some reason I couldn't talk to this guy. My friend says "Well I'm going to go to the bathroom, so you need to swoop in on him while I'm gone." I said, "Ok! I can do that!" She leaves. I proceed to awkwardly sit there and try to think of something witty and charming to say to him. Nothing. I think some more. Next thing I know, my friend is back. "How did it go?" she asked. I replied "Not so great. I couldn't open my mouth." She tells me it's ok, and I try to convince myself the same. We talk with the Australian guy a little more (together of course, as I was being a little bitch on my own and had clearly left my balls at home) he tells us he'd been visiting in LA for a couple weeks and he's flying back to Australia the next morning. "Of course he his" I whisper to her. "I finally meet the Australian man of my dreams and he's leaving tomorrow morning. Story of my life." Slightly over dramatic and borderline creepy, yes I know. We finish our drinks, say goodbye to my dream man (who's name I don't even know, because I choose to be a little bitch that night and never even asked him) and were on our way. Defeated, I walked out of the bar and we headed home. I continued to creepily talk about what could have been between me and my Australian lover. Months pass and every once in a while I'd still bring him up in conversations with my friend, you know, for old times sake. Sometimes I just like to be creepy and over dramatic and see what happens. Then one night I was Googleing images of Te'kila for this very review and something caught my eye. I clicked on the image and sat there stunned. There before my very eyes, was a picture of my Australian Dream Man sitting in the bar at Te'kila from the same night we met. I snap a few pictures of it on my phone and immediately text them to my friend who was with me that fateful night. She confirmed that it was indeed my Australian Dream Man and we both laughed at the odds of randomly finding his picture without even looking for him. That is where the story ends unfortunately......for now. So, my One Direction Looking Australian Dream Man, if you are reading this, you know where to find me. Although I don't blame you if you never contact me as I just wrote an entire article about you and I'm pretty sure you don't even remember me. I guess all I can say now is, the ball is in your court.
I am fond of Te'kila for many different reasons. I have some great memories there and some not so great memories from Te'kila, but not bad enough to keep me away for good. But there was one particular night that stands out in my mind the most. A friend and I ventured out into Hollywood one evening. An employee from Te'kila was standing out front, stopped managed to lure us into their Happy Hour. We had no choice but to go inside and try it out. I mean, he was standing right there. This particular night was not very crowded so we decided to sit at the bar. We begin to banter back and forth about pointless things, which is pretty standard in our everyday lives. I noticed a good looking guy sitting next to us. He could hear our conversation and was laughing (in a friendly way) at all of the random things we were saying. I whispered to my friend, "Oh my gosh that guy next to us is so cute. He kinda looks like he belongs in One Direction." To which she responded with, "One Direction sounds like the name of a Christian rock band." I followed up with "There is only One Direction to Jesus." while pointing up to the heavens. Our conversation got progressively more ridiculous from there. We both have really outgoing, in your face, kind of personalities. We're loud, slightly annoying and we don't always think before talking. But we're also funny and when we're together we feed off each other and we don't stop talking. The guy looks at us and says jokingly, "How much have you girls had to drink tonight?" and as he spoke, out came the most beautiful, Australian accent I have ever heard. In my head I have always pictured my dream man to be from Australia. i don't know why, but it's just always been that way. We laughed at his comment and told him we hadn't had anything to drink, as we were only a few sips into our first and only margarita that night, but explained that we get asked that often. It's just something about our personalities. Normally I can talk to anyone, anywhere at anytime and have no problem with it. But for some reason I couldn't talk to this guy. My friend says "Well I'm going to go to the bathroom, so you need to swoop in on him while I'm gone." I said, "Ok! I can do that!" She leaves. I proceed to awkwardly sit there and try to think of something witty and charming to say to him. Nothing. I think some more. Next thing I know, my friend is back. "How did it go?" she asked. I replied "Not so great. I couldn't open my mouth." She tells me it's ok, and I try to convince myself the same. We talk with the Australian guy a little more (together of course, as I was being a little bitch on my own and had clearly left my balls at home) he tells us he'd been visiting in LA for a couple weeks and he's flying back to Australia the next morning. "Of course he his" I whisper to her. "I finally meet the Australian man of my dreams and he's leaving tomorrow morning. Story of my life." Slightly over dramatic and borderline creepy, yes I know. We finish our drinks, say goodbye to my dream man (who's name I don't even know, because I choose to be a little bitch that night and never even asked him) and were on our way. Defeated, I walked out of the bar and we headed home. I continued to creepily talk about what could have been between me and my Australian lover. Months pass and every once in a while I'd still bring him up in conversations with my friend, you know, for old times sake. Sometimes I just like to be creepy and over dramatic and see what happens. Then one night I was Googleing images of Te'kila for this very review and something caught my eye. I clicked on the image and sat there stunned. There before my very eyes, was a picture of my Australian Dream Man sitting in the bar at Te'kila from the same night we met. I snap a few pictures of it on my phone and immediately text them to my friend who was with me that fateful night. She confirmed that it was indeed my Australian Dream Man and we both laughed at the odds of randomly finding his picture without even looking for him. That is where the story ends unfortunately......for now. So, my One Direction Looking Australian Dream Man, if you are reading this, you know where to find me. Although I don't blame you if you never contact me as I just wrote an entire article about you and I'm pretty sure you don't even remember me. I guess all I can say now is, the ball is in your court.
Australian Dream Man and some random old man. I don't think they know each other either. I'm sorry I posted this on my website. It's so, so creepy. I know. But not as creepy as the photobombing blonde guy lurking in corner. Although he too is kinda hot, if you like the "I'm going to kill you in your sleep" look. If that's the look he was going for, he nailed it.
the bayou - west hollywood
The Bayou is a fun bar in WeHo. They offer happy hour daily from 4pm-8pm and 10:30pm-12:30am. The food is surprisingly good for being bar food. They specialize in creole cooking and Cajun cocktails. The Red Neck Nachos are to die for: Cajun potato chips covered in house cheddar sauce, sour cream, bacon and scallions. It's pretty much heaven in your mouth. I also tried Jambalaya for the first time at The Bayou and I didn't hate it...surprisingly as I am one of the more picky eaters on this planet. The drinks are great and pretty cheap, especially during happy hour.
There is one bartender who is an older gentleman and he has the greatest British accent I've ever heard. I'm talking straight out of a Harry Potter movie accent. It's phenomenal. I'd go to the Bayou just to hear him talk. He also has some pretty wild stories he'll tell you, and the accent makes it even better. And seeing as I have yet to make it to Harry Potter World and probably won't be getting there anytime soon, I like to hang out and talk to the British man and pretend I'm drinking Butterbeer with Harry Potter himself. Cabo Cantina - Hollywood
 Left: Me. Right: Giant-Ass Margarita.
Cabo Cantina is another awesome restaurant that takes part in Taco Tuesday. And it's always poppin'. In fact, I can't remember a time when I've been there or even walked past it and the place wasn't packed with people. Back to the Tacos. On Tuesdays they have all you can eat tacos for $5. All you can eat. Those are the 4 greatest words in the English language as far as I'm concerned. I do recommend you use caution when ordering their mix drinks. Definitely do not order their Cosmopolitan unless you like the taste of liquid crayon. Their Margaritas are good. They have 2 sizes: regular and large, or as I prefer to call it The Giant-Ass Margarita. It's giant. They have locations all over the city in Hollywood, West Hollywood, Brentwood, Santa Monica and Venice, so you can taco it up anywhere you'd like.
Tavern on Hollywood
This place is a hidden gem in Hollywood. Tavern on Hollywood has Happy Hour from 12pm-7pm. 42 beers on tap, $2.50 each. Need I say more?? Oh, one more thing, they have Apple Crisp Shock Top which is literally the best beer ever. It's like apple pie in a cup.
kitchen 24 - hollywood
Kitchen 24 caught my eye when I was walking down the street one day, because it's pink. I am a big fan of anything pink. Then I looked in the windows and they had a dessert bar right in front. "Perfect" I said to myself. "When can I move in?" These types of conversations happen often with myself, which is unfortunate because I look crazy when I'm talking to myself, alone, in public.
My friend and I went here one night for their happy hour, which they have 7 days a week: Sunday-Thursday 3pm-11pm and Friday-Saturday 3pm-8pm. Happy Hour only applies at the bar, so you're out of luck if you're set on sitting in a booth. I like the bar there, there's plenty of room, and you get to talk with the bar tenders who are really friendly and cool. When I asked what he'd recommend to drink he said "Strawberry Fields" which is stoli citrus vodka, strawberries and fresh squeezed lemonade. It did not disappoint. It was delicious! You can also "Build Your Own Smac and Cheese" which as actually quite good. I'm not a huge fan of macaroni and cheese, in any form, but the mac and cheese at Kitchen 24 was great. We put bacon in ours and it was good. Although I firmly believe that bacon makes most things better. The Artichoke Spinach Three Cheese Dip is incredible. I'm still baffled about the fact that I didn't put my entire face in the plate and just eat it like that. Sometimes when I get really excited and the food is just right, I have that urge. I generally resist it in public...most of the time. Then came the Waffle Ice Cream Sundae, which is exactly how it sounds. We put chocolate and vanilla ice cream with Hershey's chocolate sauce and a mountain of whip cream on top of it. I never thought of putting ice cream on top of a waffle. Sometimes it's the most simple ideas that blow your mind and your taste buds. They are open 24 hours a day (hence the name) so you can eat your life away at any hour of the day. The Parlor - Hollywood
The Parlor is a fun sports bar with a great atmosphere. It's also filled with guys, which is why I like to go there. They show every sports game imaginable. The hard part is finding a guy who will pay more attention to you than the damn game that's on.
It's another one of those indoor/outdoor bars, with open walls that lead outside and no real front door. When you walk through the entrance you walk into the courtyard in front, which has fire pits surrounded by chairs and flat screen TVs on the wall, so you can watch the game outside if you'd like. Inside there's stools around the bar, tables and even couches and a lounge area. Keep in mind, there is literally TVs on every single wall, so you won't miss a second of a game. They have some kind of event going on every night. Comedy night on Mondays, Taco & Trivia Tuesdays, Karaoke on Wednesdays & Fridays and Hip Hop Bingo on Thursdays. They also have the hottest bartender I've ever seen. He's gorgeous. I don't have to describe him because you'll know the second you see him. My friends and I went to watch the Clippers game one night and we ran into, who most of you know as, Drake. I refuse to call him that because I have only known him as Jimmy, the paraplegic on Degrassi. That show was the shit back in the day. maeve's residuals - studio city
Residuals is a small Irish bar, but it has everything you could possibly need. They have more than just a happy hour (which is everyday until 7pm), the have multiple specials happening every day of the week with bloody marys, mimosas, margaritas, sin, car bombs, beer and shots. The fun does not stop there. Oh no. They will show any type of sports game from football, basketball, baseball, hockey and soccer. All you need to do is ask. They also have a jukebox that has almost every song (their words, not mine. As long as they have Hanson, I'm good), dart boards and games like Connect 4, Battleship, Scrabble, and cards. It's kind of like a small, Chuck E Cheese for adults, minus the germ filled ball pit. That is my personal definition of a good time.
big wangs - north hollywood and hollywood
 My friend and I wanted to play Hanson on the juxebox when we were having a girls night at Big Wangs. This is what we found when we searched for Hanson...absolutely nothing.
So any place that has "Wangs" in it, is pretty much a solid choice in my book. I think we can all agree wangs is an awesome word. Big Wangs has a $5 Happy Hour, 2 times a day, 7 days a week! It doesn't get much better than that.
They have karaoke and they give you a free drink if you sing. My friends and I decided to do karaoke one Friday night. My friend told the bouncer at the door that we were there to sing and that our other friend just signed a recording contract. He said, "Oh I will definitely be watching you sing!" After a few cocktails, and several attempts from my friend trying to hand feed me a cherry, they called my name and we proceeded to the front of the restaurant to grab the microphones. Our cover was blown when we opened our mouths to sing "I Don't Need A Man" by the Pussycat Dolls. It was clear that not one of us was even remotely talented enough to recording contract. Five0Four - Hollywood
 Hurricane. Or Hurrrrrrrrrrrrricane.
Five0Four is a cool bar in the heart of Hollywood (and right next door to Te'kila)that gives you "A taste of New Orleans." I love this place because their happy hour is Monday-Friday from 4:00pm-8:00pm. Any place that has Happy Hour till 8pm is solid in my book. They offer 2 for 1 drinks and good deals on appetizers. There are 2 things that always bring me back to Five0Four over and over again: 1. They have a little thing I like to call "Adult Slurpees." These Slurpees come in various flavors such as Red Bull & Vodka, Wild Cherry, Arnold Palmer, Call a Cab and my personal favorite, Hurricane. Warning: they are STRONG. Don't say I didn't warn you. 2. They play great music. They have a DJ that plays every night, and it really makes the atmosphere that much better. Overall it's a fun, cool, but relaxed place to mingle and meet people or just hang out with a group of friends.
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Rusty Mullet - Hollywood
 We are very excited about this Rusty Mullet sign.
Rusty Mullet. I personally think this is the greatest yet most horrendous name for a bar. But if you know anything about me, you know I love that kind of crap. The weirder the better. I know a lot of people are quite bitter about Rusty Mullet because it replaced a Hollywood landmark that was once known as Angels & Kings. I never went to Angels & Kings so I have no grudge against the Mullet. I was casually walking down Hollywood Blvd minding my own business, the first time I ever saw it. I stopped dead in my tracks and stared at it and all its lit up awkward glory. "OH HELL YES" I exclaimed. I snapped some pictures and texted it to my friend, accompanied by some offensive caption that suggested the words "rusty" and "mullet" made me think of him. They should just give me the title of "World's Best Friend" already and get it over with.
It's definitely a unique little spot. My favorite part it that it's an inside/outdoor bar all at the same time. There are no windows so it's out in the open. If you're walking by and get the urge to grab someone's drink off their table, down it, then haul ass down the blvd, you can totally do that. I've never done it, but believe me I've thought about it. But I don't know their life or where their mouth has been so I've never attempted it. The inside is a bit, how do I put this, bro-ish. You know, like a bunch of bros got together and went ape shit with spray paint all over the walls. The entire inside is filled with graffiti, which is, whatever. If you can get past the graffiti filled walls, you can, are you ready for it, KARAOKE. This excites me because there aren't a whole lot of karaoke places in Hollywood, believe it or not. If you're a little shy, but your heart still beats for karaoke, then you'll love da Mullet. There's no stage or spotlight. To the right of the bar there's a little open spot with some microphones and that's it. You pick your song and belt it out right there in the middle of the floor. I for one think this is grand, because you can totally walk right into the middle of someone's number forcing them to stop the audacity right then and there, and play dumb like you had no idea they were performing 'cuz you were just trying to order a drink from the bar. I would recommend putting your song request in early, as we found out the hard way. My friend decided to take one for the team and submit a song on our behalf, because we are indecisive girls. She came back and said, "Ok guys, we have 40 minutes until "Fergalicious" comes on." If you're wondering, we did not stay for "Fergalicious." We decided to spare the people their ears (and our dignity) as there is nothing worse than seeing 3 blonde girls singing Fergalicious at the top of their lungs with false confidence. FRIENDLY TIP: Hold on to your phone when you're anywhere near an amateur karaoke performer. I tried to take a picture of me and my girls, and in the middle of this guy's number (which was "The Thong Song" I might add) he stopped and said, "Here let me take it. But first, let me take some selfies," and ripped my phone out of my hand. At first I was slightly annoyed by this and thought "What the hell am I gonna do with pictures of your face, stranger??" Then I smiled to myself and thought "I will plaster them on my website," and sat back and let him snap away. 
Hey Stranger: This is what happens when you take my phone without my permission.
Barney's Beanery - burbank
 S'mores, s'mores, s'mores galore. And my home girl Jennifer Aniston.
Barney's Beanery is one of the more unique places in LA. They have a few different locations: West Hollywood, Santa Monica, Burbank, Pasadena, Westwood and Redondo Beach. They also have the largest menu I've ever seen. They pretty much have anything you could ever want:
Barney's is an original Los Angeles staple. The first (and the original) Barney's opened in West Hollywood in 1920. But has since grown and they now have locations Santa Monica, Burbank, Pasadena, Westwood and Redondo Beach in addition to West Hollywood. It is a great restaurant with a menu that has over 700 items and 200+ beers to choose from. Their motto (and rightfully so) is "If we don't have it, you don't want it." They have all different kinds of seating options as well: couches, stadium seating, booths, tables, and bar seating! There are big screen TVs plastered around the walls of the entire restaurant, making it one of the most popular sports bars around. Each Barney's is different (set up wise), but they are all equally amazing. And one thing they do have in common are the tables. Each table is unique and is a collage of different celebrities. It basically looks like a bunch of magazine cut outs put together to form a collage. My favorite thing about Barneys is their S'mores. They bring you graham crackers, marshmallows and Hershey's chocolate bars over a small open flame. I would call it a small mobile fire pit that is brought to you on a plate. See the picture if my accurate and very clear description doesn't make any sense to you. Everything on their menu is amazing. I go to Barney's once a week, so I think it's safe to say I've tried a lot of their food, and it's all great. But if you can only order one thing, get the S'mores! Even if you don't like S'mores and are a pyromaniac like myself, order the S'mores and play with the pink and blue flame. Another fun thing about Barney's is that you can tweet them ( @BarneysRadio) and request songs you want to hear while you're there and they will play it. Word of advice: don't request a Hanson song as they will not play it. They'll just laugh at you. But they will play anything else. Go figure. Note: If you're not a fan of Valentines Day, you should go to Barney's on that fateful night. My friend and I went this year and it's safe to say it was the best Valentines Day ever. They even have a special menu just for the stupid occasion. See below. If I recall correctly, I had a brilliant idea that my friend and I should leave messages on Voxer to complete and random strangers that night. Some people actually messaged us back, others were not so amused, and some people I had to block as I feared for my safety because they did not think it was a brilliant idea. They were clearly wrong. I politely told them they should remove the stick from their ass. 
Birds - Hollywood
Oh Birds, where do I even begin? I LOVE this place. I had an epic night here with my BFF, but I think I'll save that story for a dark and stormy night. So, Birds. It's on this cute little strip in Hollywood on Franklin Blvd. (Bourgeois Pig is just a couple doors down). Birds has great drinks, amazing curly fries, triple chocolate cake and their wings aren't bad either. They have happy hour every day from 4-6pm and a late night happy hour Tuesday, Wednesday and Thursday from 11pm-close. They also have "Ladies Night" on Fridays at 11pm, although I'm not so sure what that entails so I'll leave that one up to you to figure out. Birds also delivers, and there's no minimum charge or delivery fee, which is very hard to come by. You can dine inside or outside on the patio. It's a very casual and laid back place. The only bad thing about Birds is it's somewhat small. So if you go to the bar on a Friday or Saturday night, expect it to be packed with a ton of people and good luck trying to get a seat. You'll most likely be standing in the corner talking to your friends.
Ok you wore me down. I will give you just a small sample of that epic night, but I'm not giving up the good stuff just yet. This particular night my best friend of 23 years (and the hot piece of ass pictured above) was in town and we only had 1 night to see each other, so we knew we had to make it count. We decided to go to Birds and grab a drink. I was not in the mood to get all dressed up for whatever reason and it took all my strength to put my hair in a pony tail and put on mascara. But that was all I was willing to do to make myself the least bit presentable, mostly because I'm lazy and I really don't care. I couldn't care less if someone doesn't like me, or my face, or the fact that sometimes (actually a lot of times) I go out in public without a spec of make up on, because I just really don't care. We get to Birds and it was still early so it wasn't too busy. It was a Sunday night, and the night before Labor day so it did start to get crowded later on. We had a couple drinks and then a group of guys came over to talk to us. We're making small talk and somewhere along the way these guys asked us to add them on Facebook so we did because we had nothing better to do and they were standing right there. One of them looks at my profile and sees pictures of me wearing make up. He asks, "Is that you?!?" like astonished that I could look hot if I tried. Excuse me, but do you know why make up was invented? To make anyone look hot. Make up is like magic for your face. I said, "Yes." He yells to his friends, "Hey guys! You gotta see this! Sullivan's hot!!!" Like I was some kind of unfortunate looking hag sitting next to him in in my current state. (Side note: a lot of people would think it was cool that I am confident enough to go out in public, or in this case a freaking bar in Hollywood, with little or no make up on. Some might say that confidence is a turn on. But not this fool.) They all agreed that I was in fact hot (Oh thank God! I wasn't sure how I was going to sleep that night without their douchey approval.) Then the guy turns to me and asks, "So, if I take you out sometime, will you wear make up?" I stared at him the same way you would stare if Mike The Situation from the Jersey Shore came up and asked you if he looked good all greased up in his cutoff shorts and GTL tank top 3 sizes too small. I don't respond to such stupid questions because I don't have time to deal with ignorant dumb asses and I surely didn't have the energy to deal with it that night. My homegirl on the other hand, did have the energy. She was not pleased with his and voiced her opinion. I literally had to hold her back as she yelled, "Excuse me?!!? Are you serious?! What is wrong with you?! Colleen is gorgeous and you'd be lucky if she went out with you." She then went on to yell, "You can’t act picky and choosy when you look like you!" as he was the least attractive one out of all his friends (go figure.) You can bet that shut him up. Emily and I have a knack for calling people out on their bullshit and making them feel like a real idiot. Sometimes it's her who will call someone out, other times it's me, and sometimes, when the stars align, we are both on fire and we will both call someone out on their shit. It's a beautiful and magical thing when it happens. In case you're wondering, I never went out with that guy. He will forever be the one that got away. |
