As a seasoned LA visitor of all of 48 hours, I think it’s safe to say that I prefer the relaxed indie scene of Venice over the overblown Hollywood ‘look at me’ vibe. That said, I had a very entertaining time last night on the town and then today visiting the pool at the W.
The Venice crew prefer their locals, but because there were visitors in town – me and an English couple who had been married by Elvis just the weekend before – the locals decided it’d be fun to go downtown for drinks and then on to Hollywood to experience one of the big clubs.
We started out at the Edison, which I would like to take back to Auckland with me. From the tasteful electricity inspired decor (it was a powerplant) to the cocktail list to the black and white films projected on the walls, the place is a winner. http://www.edisondowntown.com/.
A friend of a friend of a friend is an entertainment lawyer with connections and had got us on the list for The Colony, supposedly the hot new place in Hollywood and where Lindsay Lohan was arrested a couple of weeks ago. We didn’t see LiLo, but we did see the lines, power tripping bouncers and lots of very glammed up kids. I’m not saying it wasn’t fun getting to jump the queue (line, for Americans), but the place reminded me all the worst bars at the Viaduct crammed into one space. As far as people watching went, it was pure gold. Here are some photos – but we couldn’t see much of the decor because it was heaving. http://la.guestofaguest.com/nightlife/sbes-the-colony-tries-to-bring-the-hamptons-to-hollywood/. If your self esteem rested on whether you got into clubs, this place would kill your soul – while we waited out turn we saw pretty girls jump the queue and others on lists be turned away.
Everything closes at 2am so we quickly headed to a place called the Dime, which is like any bar you’ve been to except there were people wearing baseball caps sideways. After The Colony it was a relief.
Today we headed to Westwood to hang out at the pool at the W. We didn’t realised that Sunday afternoons are all about pool parties and it was like no swimming pool I have ever seen… although I think that the next week in Vegas will help me get over my astonishment.
There was a lot of crazy – high heels, big hair, tiny bikinis, masses of plastic surgery, chunky jewellery and cabanas. I shouldn’t complain because I made the most of the free spray tan and as I type this blog I’m slowly turning orange.
There’s nothing like seeing how other people live to make you grateful for your own life. For some people, it takes a trip to a third world nation. For this girl, Hollywood makes me glad to be me. I’m pretty sure we were the only girls eating pizza while lounging by the pool.
The photos are some of the less terrifying poolside paparazzi shots taken surreptitiously from our loungers.