Last Friday got a text,
Tiff: "Hey, wanna go to a porn party tonight?"
Me: "Ha, Fuck ya!"
Cut to later that night, Me and my girl Tiff rolled out to VICE, yet another spot in Hollywood I've never been to nor heard of. Open bar got us there early, were we enjoyed a few Montecristo rum & cokes before 10:30 (good thing...explain later).
Jetted outta there close to 2, just as things were getting raunchy. Tiff and I hopped in my ride and pulled off, only to get stopped 2.5 block later by one of these.
Apparently, I had "crossed a double yellow line", so he and this 3 moto friends just wanted to make everything was ok. Flash lights in the face, overt smelling of the breath, rapid-fire questions, "watch my pen" sobriety check...we were let go. Had to get out of the car and everything. I can't lie, it scared the shit outta me. Luckily I had been a responsible chica that night and stopped drinking after the open bar ran out. DUI's are not sexy, and Hollywood PD is on the hunt.
Stayed low-key the rest of the weekend...boring stuff like car repair and such. Ever get your Honda serviced at the Wilcox/Santa Monica station, give Danny in the office a holla.
Feliz Cinco de Mayo!