Of my new job back in the video game industry…
and a drama free boy who will hold me down but not hold me back.
dun dun dun.
A couple of friends of mine decided to go out to this little bar in Burbank that hosts a teeny little function every Tuesday night the laymen calls… Pornstar Karaoke.
On this grand night once a week, people come from near and far (some random guy that hit on me was from France) to watch some Pornstars sing karaoke… and maybe get an autograph or 3.
The crowd varies from industry “talent”, college frat boy types, fanboys, milfs, army men, and milf hunters.
Now, living in LA, celebs and pornstars aren’t really that big of a deal to me. Hell, I’m waiting for the thing that will indeed actually phase me about this town. I think at this point I’ve become immune to most anything that’s “out of the ordinary” already.
Midgets? Trannies? Grannies dressed like hipsters?
Between my rather ecentric boy and my awesometacular array of friends… I do alright for being fresh as Doug E to the LA scene.
However, last night…
I was running late to meet a couple of guy friends out at Sardy’s. I arrived right as one got there. There was a line outside. This was only my second trip. Every night I’ve gone though, has been an experience. This was no exception.
There was a line outside for reasons unknown. My friend (who prefers to remain off the radar a bit) has gone quite a few times
“There’s never been a line like this. I have no idea what the fuck that’s about…”
The bar was to full capacity and the bouncers were worried about the fire code. It took a few minutes but we got in. Pornstars to your left, pornstars to your right. Ah Sardo’s. Gotta love it.
Last time we were there, I wore that corset top I had on at the last San Diego tweetup. I was asked if I was talent and hit on by random losers who could barely make out a cohesive sentence let alone were even worthy of making out with.
We couldn’t get a table and didn’t want to stand on the sidelines. We bee lined to the bar and found my other friend. He’d been there about twenty minutes already. I said 11-ish.. which really meant about 1130 safely. For me, it took 20 to get there anyway. Another LA acquired mentality- it’s 20 minutes to get anywhere. I timed myself this time. Twenty minutes exactly.
You could barely move in there. It was a pain just getting to the bar, let alone finding a place to sit. Finally we found a spot with a military birthday man in from Carolina and two lovely ladies.
We figured out why it was so busy. AVN was filming something. And, there was a legendary appearance by none other than.. you guessed it, Ron Jeremy.
A few pictures from last night’s debauchery have been added to my “Been Drinkin” set on Flickr.
I tweeted about it this morning, and a few lovely ladies want to come out next time we go. I say, the more the merrier. Want to go with? Comment here or dm me on twitter. I’d say don’t bother responding if you’re creepy, but hell.. you might just blend in there.