An injured typing finger is keeping me from recalling the entirty of last night's Grand Marnier, but here are the highlights:
Steve Olson and I bonded over tequila and being from Iowa.
Andy Seymour has as bad a mouth as I do.
LA bartenders know how to party (listen to Biggy Smalls if you don't understand).
Impressing Steve felt good...sneaking behind the bar at The Varnish felt even better.
Carlos, the barback, is not a man to be fucked with.
Whoever says the French don't know how to party is lying...