Rolling With The Homies
Confused by the title of the post? You must remember this scene from Clueless.
Forget Entourage. The ladies rule LA nightlife… especially when it’s my birthday!
We split a room at Beverly Wilshire and look what was waiting for me at check in!
Straight to the pool, where we were serenaded and spritzed.
And stuffed with appetizers like fig and gouda.
A little foreshadowing of what’s to come.
Four straws, one scorpion bowl at Trader Vic’s inside The Beverly Hilton.
Did I mention our sweet ride? A limo!
I’ve been using Jackson Limousine ever since doing a story on the Turkey Drop. Thousands of people line up for blocks for free take-home dinner every Thanksgiving. An incredible local company.
Sometime’s it’s not about the destination, but the journey!
Why yes, I did turn into a five year old when I saw my balloons.
Jaime made a sweet party playlist.
A pair of Rosselinis at Fig & Olive. The cocktail is made with passion fruit vodka, blood orange puree, orange bitters and fresh citrus juices. Topped with a candied orange. Orange is my favorite sweet.
A little crostini. Check out the gouda with fig spread! So delicious.
Lindsey ordered Branzino, prepared tableside. I stole a bite. Melted in my mouth.
Heaven is an apple tart. I was so happy, I couldn’t make a decent wish. So many have come true lately. That was quite a feeling.
We club hopped and this is the only decent photo I procured.
Every decent Hollywood night ends with In & Out.
Cheeseburgers > afterparties.
Luis. The best chauffeur a girl could ask for.
We’re still standing at 2am.
One last check before bed…
Breakfast! Happy birthday to me.