The Weekend of Ward

Ahhh, the weekend. It began with a laptop crammed in my bag, and frenzied bolting out of the office to make the 10pm show of Friday 40:

What's this "Friday 40"? Beers AND comedy? Sounds like a spontaneous, goofy time! Not so much.

The Improv Olympic's quiz show is based on the week's news, and requires that contestants glug from a 40 oz. vessel of malt liquor. 

But despite being staged at the IMPROV, nearly all the material was canned and read from folded and crumpled printouts of a script, much of which was shamelessly homophobic. My comade and I left craving a comedic palate cleanser.

So...walking past the Upright Citizen's Brigade, we popped inside to peer down the isle of the packed house and catch the end of Worst Laid Plans. It involved knee slapping, and wheeze-laughs. 

Saturday had all the best intentions: the NewHigh art opening, and a garden party in Echo Park. But comrade and Front drummah Mizz Kelly Kutasy blasted back into town, and all plans were trumped for her birthday madness.

(A blurry birthday Budweiser)

What followed is a scramble of Hollywood weirdness. First off, we hit the back lounge of Three Clubs on Vine, as the lovely Miss Ruth was tending bar. I demured, but was talked into some kind of shot, and the next thing I knew I was outside talking to a hooker.

Kelly had gone out for a smoke, and a tattered blonde in her fifties strolled up and asked us if we had any crack.

Fresh out, we offered our apologies, and were treated to a monlogue about her first $100 trick, and then, delivering a rare diamond in the hunk of drug-addled rough, she busted out the wisdom:

"Don't let this world go by unaffected by you."

With that, we high-fived, and returned inside for 2.5 hours of jams by Salt n Pepa, Tone Loc, and Justin Timberlake. The wisest of sooth-sayers would never have predicted an evening as whack as this.

(Am I really here?) 

(Contemplating hooker wisdom:)

(Jen, in disbelief that they're paying the same Kriss Kross song from an hour ago.) 

(The Ruth:)

 (One too many?)

Sunday, headed to the Buff Monster toy bonanza at Munky King , where I snapped some photos, and sweated quite a bit in the mob-clotted confines of the tiny toy emporium. In all, good times.