DESTROY LA!

Trying to keep your balance and dance while sitting on the back of a bar bench in a club takes a lot of talent, especially when the old guys behind you keep shifting around. Just one of the many things I learned Sunday night at L.A. nightclub LAX. My other lesson? Always take a human tripod with you everywhere you go (that’s where the short roommate comes in handy). All in all though, I can’t complain about my return to nightlife after two weeks spent indoors due to a death in the family and an illness that crept out of nowhere and knocked me out cold.

I arrived with the two BFFs and after avoiding lines and making it through the bouncers without a hitch (I still impressed with how BFF Blonde is always so good at that) we get inside and the club is well…kind of cold. This didn’t bode well for me since my cough still had a death grip on my throat. Luckily, as we made our way in deeper the typical, stuffy warmth was in full effect.
Let me just comment on how awkward these three guys were who just kept trying to come into the roped off section of the club even though the DJ’s PR kept telling them to get out. Keep in mind that the section was about as big as a normal sized table in a bar (hence the aforementioned dancing on back of bar bench). Do some people like being embarrassed and told to go away?

I’m not sure if it was the sets of DJ AM, Steve Aoki, and MSTRKRFT that
kept me dancing all night, or if the cough medicine had something to do with it, but I liked whatever was happening to my body.