Last night, I drank absinthe in a cemetary…
While that title probably perked up your ears and got you thinking “holy shit, is this some crazy, bohemian chick who wanders around in cemetaries drunk, thinking that the alcohol sharpens her oh-so-keen senses so she can contact the dearly departed?” the answer is….no. No that is not it at all. But thanks for giving me so much credit. :)
Last night I went to go see two of my friends perform (the same who I was just performing in New York with). All I was told is that they were performing at the Hollywood Forever Cemetary and that there was a full absinthe tasting bar. I really did not need to hear anymore. Would you?
We drove up into the cemetary and they allowed us to drive all the way up beside the strange lake that is so serene and beautiful during the day; but at night with everyone dressed in black 20s formal wear, with the moon large and almost full behind the mausoleum, everyone and everything that reflected on the lake became instantaneously haunting and gorgeous.
Walking inside felt like a dream. Tombs all aound us, I wafted in in my brand new red, polka-dotted black dress I manifested yesterday (I’m not kidding!! :) HIPPY-DIPPY SECRET TIME!!! I was just telling my friend Sarah yesterday how I wanted a new dress, a halter dress, with a banded waist, …..and polka-dotted would be awesome too, since I love them. And yesterday I just happened to pull into a random store after I got off set, and as I was looking at bras….there it was. Just lying out of place with the bras. I grabbed it and looked at the tag. “Awww, this isn’t my size” I thought. It’s a 6 and I’m normally a 7. But I figured what’s the harm in trying? Honestly? It fit absolutely perfectly. It looks like it was tailor-made just for me. And hey, awesome news I can fit into a 6 now. :) But I digress……) …..where was I? Oh yes, after thinking about how awesome my dress was :) I decided I need a glass of the beautiful glowing absinthe and a cigarette…naturally. We walked through the halls, down the long tomb-encapsulated corridor to the bar where they had light pillars with hors de oeuvres on top of them. “Thank God!” I said “I always say that food is better when lit from below” (By the by, that’s just another example of my oh-so-charming sarcastic wit. I actually have no preference as to how my food is lit, unless it’s lit on fire, and then (unless it’s creme brulee) I do have a slight problem….Stay tuned for the next installment on my thoughts about food lighting).
Now I had called my friend at the last minute to see if he wanted to go with me to this lovely event. He was on the 405 and just hopped right on over because let’s face it, if you’re on the 405 and someone says you have an hour to get somewhere, you’ll barely make it there. Lesson: 405 = death. Anyways, he wasn’t so dressed up. Just jeans and a shirt (and a jean jacket which I made fun of him mercilessly for. Sidenote: Guys? Xnay on any and all forms of jean jackets. Honestly. It’s not 1992 anymore. Girls? it’s still sortof ok for you to wear them still, but I mean…..come on). So we met up with my friends performing, Tara and Mitchell, outside as we were walking in and Tara and I started talking burlesque (as we always do since she was in the Velvet Hammer troupe. Jealous) and I told her I was making my solo debut the 24 of November and so was my guy friend who was with me. Right after that, she looked him up and down and said “Oh……comedy?” Not meaning to come off like it did, but it did, he laughed and made fun of the fact that it was a hilarious notion that he might be doing burlesque (he’s actually an accomplished magician and will be doing such on said night….not stripping……at least Idon’t think so……). As we walked away from the absinthe bar we were standing around looking at the tombs after being rejected by the bartender (only cash accepted? Where’s the blasted ATM in this cemetary?!) and this girl came up to the bar, looked him up and down, and said “So…how’d you get passed the semi-formal dress code?” (which I had no idea about, mind you. Otherwise I would have told him. Come on, I’m not a completely heartless bitch). Again, she didn’t mean it the way it sounds but we laughed again (I think he was laughing to stop from crying) and to help heal the wound she offered to buy us a round of absinthe (I drank both. What? He doesn’t drink. I was just trying to be economical. Jesus. Soon you’ll all be calling me a lush too. (I love that I’m having a comversation with myself right now)). We walked around, swing danced to the lovely 20’s singer that we had seen previously at the Cecada Club downtown (if you guys have not been there, GO! It’s completely like stepping into another world. It’s all very 20’s but 30’s and 40’s are usually there too. Full bar, absinthe is a big hit, lots of dancing….it’s gorgeous. And no cover charge! Just valet your car and hop in!! :) ) then we saw my friends perform. It was a mime satirization (which is actually SO MUCH cooler than it sounds, I swear!!) of the Nosferatu movie. Tara was the victim-turned-vampire, and Mitchell was Dracula (duh).
They were fabulous, the venue was fabulous, the food was fabulous, the absinthe was fabulous, the night was fabulous.
And Scott Thompson from Kids in the Hall was there. Awesome? Answer: yes.
Oh, and I would just like to say thank you to the amazing woman, Lisa, I met outside while filling ourselves with a lil bit o cancer: You dropped into my life at the perfect time and said some incredible things that I truly needed to hear right now about…well…..yeah. For that, thank you. And, as she said, “Thank you absinthe”.
And for you three I was there with, all I have to say is…
normal viewwwww, Normal Vieewwwww, NORMAL VIEEEEEEEEWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!
For those of you who get that, thank you and I love and cherish you. For those of you that don’t, fuck off and die.
Have a great day! :)
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