The night started with, “I’m on a spending freeze.” The night ended at 5:00am on Hollywood Boulevard with a new tattoo.
I wasn’t suppose to be spending anymore money this week. However, one of my favorite people in Los Angeles, my new friend Josh, asked if I wanted to get a drink. Who am I kidding? Yes, yes I do. It was fine because we went to this dive in my hood where you can get cocktails for $3.50 which is unheard of in Los Angeles. Excuse me while I give a shout out to the establishment… Frank n’ Hanks! Yay! Anyway, whiskey* and conversations about home, (funny we grew up in the same place but met out here) turned into a beautiful bonding session.
Next stop, R Bar. Money? What’s that? The multiple $3.50 cocktails made me forget.
R Bar is this wannabe speakeasy. I say “wannabe” because I don’t think you can call yourself a speakeasy if you advertise the password on your facebook page. The password was, “Let my Cameron go!” I don’t know what this means, but whatever. It was great inside, and they had this 1920’s theme going on. The good vibe atmosphere enhanced our good vibe exchange, and next thing you know, we’re in Josh’s car, driving toward Hollywood at 2:00am looking for the first neon sign we see reading, “tattoos.” Found. On Hollywood Boulevard of course. Now may be the appropriate time to add that it was Friday the 13th.
During the drive is when we decided on what we were going to get tattooed. Using his iPhone, he google imaged some things using keywords appropriate to the night. 1920’s… prohibition… speakeasy…. I don’t know, I was drunk. The winning search term was, “1920’s flapper cartoon,” and this was what we got:
We named her Cameron. Remember the password? *wink*
Inside the tattoo parlor was a man named Steve-O. Beer belly + missing teeth + stoned + tattoo gun = Steve-O. Basically, he had all of the criteria to make this night everything it was meant to be.
We had to wait for a good hour before it was our turn, so we definitely sobered up. I turned to Josh laughing, and asked if he was sure, if this was really happening. He simply looked at me, gently shrugged his shoulders and said, “I’m not scared.” It was the phrase that made the night. Those simple words made everything make sense. Now, we both have this tattoo on our arm that to me, essentially represents not being scared. Being young and having fun and friendship. I love it.
We didn’t leave the tattoo shop until 5:00am.
…And it started as such a low-key night.
*new cocktail recipe: “Bitter Diviner” – Jameson, a splash of tonic and orange bitters. Do it.