So Thursday October, 23rd I went to this event at Cinespace in Hollywood that was put on by Reelzchannel.com. It was also sponsored by Perfect Vodka and Jetset Energy Drinks. Apparently the event was like a salute to directors kind of thing, because they were playing clips from movies, and interviews with different actors. It was kind of a networking event too. This is how the evening went.

To start the evening off right I took the metro out to Hollywood. You know, to be cheap and environmentally friendly. I arrived at the event about an hour fashionably late, by myself. After getting my wristband I head inside, only to find myself extremely under-dressed. I was in just a cowboy shirt and jeans. Everyone else was in like suits and whatnot, but fuck it, whatever. I’m a hipster, I’m conformally nonconforming to your standards. I ran into someone that marginally blew my mind and established the way the evening was gonna go. This person was Corey Feldman. WHAT!? REALLY!? COREY FELDMAN! AHHAHAHA. I laughed internally as to not make an idiot of myself/hurt his feeling. And meanwhile, in my mind the only image I have of the Felddawg is this:

This was Feldman that was present:

Notice how they really aren’t that different looking, just….older looking.

After this slight brush with a marginal celebrity, I headed straight to bar for the free drinks, cause I’m a lush like that and I wanted to feel like a big boy with a highball glass full of a delicious ambrosia. “Vodka and Jetset please. Thanks.” I took my drink and proceeded to walk around the place, trying to both look and act cool (failing miserably probably). I walked in to the second room and checked out some crappy band playing, and said “Fuck It,” and headed into the smoking room to enjoy a delicious cigarette. I find a seat by myself, sit back, relax, and people watch. You see I’m very socially shy/inept so I don’t really mingle or network on my own. So as I smoked and downed my drink I was looking at all the Hollywood wannabes and in my heart I was aching to be one of them. So fake and full of myself, which I pretty much am, but I don’t spend nearly as much money at it. I then started round two for both drinks and smokes. Then round three. Then round four. Then I was drunk. This all happened pretty fast, because when you don’t have a conversation to focus on, or music to get into, or anything other than your drink and smokes, you pretty much pound through them like they are going out of style. By this time it was 10pm and I was gonna run downstairs to bring Neave up on my “plus one” pass. But since the party ended at 11pm they weren’t allowing it, so once again I said “Fuck It,” and left. Neave and I decided to walk around Hollywood. We went to a place called Beauty Bar, where I ordered us both Amaretto and Cokes. The bartender laughed at me. Go ahead and have one and you’ll see they are fucking delicious, especially when you want to drink something that doesn’t choke of alcohol. After our drinks we just walked around Hollywood, as I drunkenly hit on girls, ran into Mr.X, and made a general ass of myself. I’m so Hollywood I don’t even know it.