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Posts Tagged ‘The Den’

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Thursday, April 8th, 2010

It clears out a lot when you finish online traffic school, file your taxes, and get a paycheck to fill in the missing bank funds. The stress goes and it seems things begin to look up. I even came across $1.10 lying around while working, which, when still not making a whole lot higher than the lowest legal wage, it’s a nice little bit.

The previously mentioned upcoming move to nicer digs seems to be at a hault. At the moment it’s all in the hands of my brother/roommate. We have 11 days to be out of the current place and his being rather busy it’s putting me a little on edge. New potential business prospects along with Fox approaching him for a reality show sort of puts him in the boat of slightly too busy to fax over the applications for the apartment on Sweetzer. Trouble.

As for my “comedy career”, I just put Zoo appearance #8 in the toilet bag and collected myself a link to open mic listings. I’ve started using an RPG analogy and I now I feel I’ve reached level 7 or level 8. I’ll level faster if I can use this list, network and collect xp(which is appropriate, seeing as how literal experiences build material).

Oddly, probably not ironically, my brother so recently(less than 24 hours ago) found out that the show How I Met Your Mother, featuring Den Regular(and Muppet fanatic) Jason Segel, was not a reality show but a sitcom. I have no idea how exactly such a title would work as a reality show and I suppose that question is pretty damn moot, but damn.

Meanwhile, to add to the plethora of subjects, here, I had a minor issue with my site navigation and had to replace it with another. Bottom of the current entries. Use it to see what I did.

How was your Green Day?

Thursday, March 18th, 2010

That’s what the guy at 7/11 asked me while I was shopping for after party snacks. I wonder if he’s just unaware of that also being a band. Weirdo.

A man staggered out of the disabled women’s bathroom, holding the door for stability. “That’s the ladies’ room, sir.” I said as he drifted off, I assume, to do more drinking. Earlier, I had spotted Billy, a Den regular, dressed in a giant shamrock. He can be best described as a happy, friendly fratboy. I suppose that makes him perfect for working at National Lampoon. The offices of which are situated next door to The Den. There is the tiniest of allyways between them, blocked off by a locked gate.

It was a good night for the place I usually only visit on Monday nights, right after work. Or, at least, it seemed that way to me. The beats were jumpin’, glasses weren’t being returned fast enough to make more drinks in them, and I saw evidence of green beer having been served. This also included the presence of a green tongue and green stained fingers… both attached to the afore mentioned Billy. How odd.

It was Wednesday and I was under the impression that the Zoo would be having its regular open-mic night. I was correct in thinking, having seen a flyer the week before, that it wasn’t going to happen. And here I had driven all the way down there. I stayed for all of a few minutes before I was informed otherwise and opted to head to Hollywood for my night instead of being in Van Nuys. In my experience, it’s a better option. Though I could just as well have come back home and watched more anime on Hulu… or even season 5 on LOST because I’m that far behind.

But, hey this is one of the holidays dedicated to drinking, right. Then again, any holiday is often an excuse to drink. This one, though… has cheap beer with food coloring. Make a beer green for any other reason, and people look at you funny.

Happy Birthday, Jason.

Sunday, January 24th, 2010

So… I found myself at a private celebrity party on Friday, at The Den, of course. At this point, the odds of me getting into such an event anywhere else is rather slim.

I arrived a bit later than the start of the event with Andi, a friend of my brother’s from Kansas, who had just flown in the night before. We were met by a large, intimidating man, whose head I could not see due to the slope of the parking lot I was pulling into. Luckily, my brother had stepped outside at just that moment and I was able to pull in and hand my car over to the valet.

We walked down inside. After getting some drinks from the bar, we were met by a friend of Andi’s and his date. Half the night was the four of us hanging out in the corner of the bar looking around occasionally for faces we might recognize.

We eventually wandered outside to the firepit, which was very toasty, and crowded with people getting warm in the cold night. Segel was sitting in what’s apparently his regular spot. I don’t think he’s ever there at the same time I regularly go. Either that, or I simply walk past him on my way inside.

My phone’s still new and I couldn’t manage a photo of any value, so I’ve made the following diagram of what we, at one point, found ourselves.
told via paint
I still don’t know who Katy Perry is, but Andi recognized her, so she’s in the diagram.

Totally starstruck when Seth MacFarlane walked in the door(top of the diagram) and walked in the same direction as I did. I hope he wasn’t paying a whole lot of attention to me, because I was just freaking out. He stopped at the bar, and I kept going to the other side, trying not to stare. He’s actually quite hansome and a little better looking in person than on TV. I may have managed to share a friendly smile and that’s probably the full extent of contact with that guy ever.

Later on, Neil Patrick Harris walked in. I felt like he’s one I could possibly say something to, so I decided I’d give it a shot and mention Dr. Horrible… after yet another trip to the bathroom. Couldn’t find him after the return… damn.

Again, we were outside… just in time to see Jason Segel recieve an awesome hat. Maybe photos of him wearing it will pop up online. Anyway… we were crammed together in a tight spot right next to his table and I see some butt clevage on what I assume to be a chick, leaning over the table. I make a remark to my group about someone bringing crack to the party, only later to see that this ass belongs to Russel Brand. Not that he heard me. And I couldn’t, at the time, remember his name, but I knew I had seen him in Forgetting Sarah Marshall and taking over current TV for a night, as well as a Comedy Central special.

I recognized a few other faces wandering around, but couldn’t place the names. This was mainly due to the fact that I’ve seen these other people in things but never bothered to stay for a name. And… the whole bad with names things.

I’m hoping some of these people really liked The Den and will come back in the future on their own. Perhaps Monday nights…