The Night I Became Stone Cold Brian Laesch
NOTE: Originally posted June 18, 2006 on DrunkBlogger.com.
I’m not talking about wrestlers either. With douchebags all up in my atmosphere I “partied” at the Standard on Sunset. Maybe I’m too old for this shit now but it was about as fun as trying to pick up girls on Myspace. A big part of my lack of enjoyment (wasn’t that an awesome, wordy expression?) came from the company I was keeping, dancing like Backstreet Boys and ruining all game by having none themselves. Not to mention, a business connection was almost lost due to bad jokes about midget porn almost drowning out the “real talk” I was giving to a girl who I overheard designs websites and knows some writers. Luckily, she saw through the bullshit. I know what Jay-Z means now when he says “real talk” as well. Because there isn’t much going on in Hollywood, especially where I was tonight.
So…what did I do? I did what I always do in these situations - drink by myself, leaning against the wall, thinking way too much (but I can’t control it), talk to a few girls who pass by (but don’t really try too hard or really care) and wait to leave. Then, as we were getting ready to go to an afterhours club with some girls who were actually attractive (but we would be paying for), I did the second thing I tend to do - walk off by myself, without telling anybody and start walking home. I’ve actually logged a lot of miles walking home drunk by myself in the past few years. It clears my head…kind of.
So that brings me to now…the pathetic ending to a day I spent drinking, all day. This is why I’m the drunk blogger. Somehow, I can still do this shit, even though I’ve been drinking literally all day. Shit, actually, over 24 hours since I went out last night too. So here is my night, tons of potential, I’m disinterested, knowing I’m not in the right place in my life, but also feeling good, knowing I’m working on getting there. I’m so over Hollywood, it’s not even funny. It makes me lose my mojo and as soon as I go out of town, I become myself again. I can talk to girls with interest and “follow through.” I can smile without trying really hard, naturally. I can breathe.
So this is my night. The night I became Stone Cold Brian Laesch - whatever that is. Feeling nothing because reality is hard to come by in this town. Which is another reason I know I will make it. Because the genuine ones usually do. And I’m one of them, even with this Stone Cold personna. My party days are over. My celebration days are coming. And everybody can kiss my ass.
Also, Cold Stone Creamery makes really good ice cream, but not as good as Laesch Dairy.
Brian Laesch A.K.A. Drunk Blogger is actually drunk during the writing of this blog. Also, he writes for the LA Times, Chicago Tribune, Miami Herald and New York Times.
I’m not talking about wrestlers either. With douchebags all up in my atmosphere I “partied” at the Standard on Sunset. Maybe I’m too old for this shit now but it was about as fun as trying to pick up girls on Myspace. A big part of my lack of enjoyment (wasn’t that an awesome, wordy expression?) came from the company I was keeping, dancing like Backstreet Boys and ruining all game by having none themselves. Not to mention, a business connection was almost lost due to bad jokes about midget porn almost drowning out the “real talk” I was giving to a girl who I overheard designs websites and knows some writers. Luckily, she saw through the bullshit. I know what Jay-Z means now when he says “real talk” as well. Because there isn’t much going on in Hollywood, especially where I was tonight.
So…what did I do? I did what I always do in these situations - drink by myself, leaning against the wall, thinking way too much (but I can’t control it), talk to a few girls who pass by (but don’t really try too hard or really care) and wait to leave. Then, as we were getting ready to go to an afterhours club with some girls who were actually attractive (but we would be paying for), I did the second thing I tend to do - walk off by myself, without telling anybody and start walking home. I’ve actually logged a lot of miles walking home drunk by myself in the past few years. It clears my head…kind of.
So that brings me to now…the pathetic ending to a day I spent drinking, all day. This is why I’m the drunk blogger. Somehow, I can still do this shit, even though I’ve been drinking literally all day. Shit, actually, over 24 hours since I went out last night too. So here is my night, tons of potential, I’m disinterested, knowing I’m not in the right place in my life, but also feeling good, knowing I’m working on getting there. I’m so over Hollywood, it’s not even funny. It makes me lose my mojo and as soon as I go out of town, I become myself again. I can talk to girls with interest and “follow through.” I can smile without trying really hard, naturally. I can breathe.
So this is my night. The night I became Stone Cold Brian Laesch - whatever that is. Feeling nothing because reality is hard to come by in this town. Which is another reason I know I will make it. Because the genuine ones usually do. And I’m one of them, even with this Stone Cold personna. My party days are over. My celebration days are coming. And everybody can kiss my ass.
Also, Cold Stone Creamery makes really good ice cream, but not as good as Laesch Dairy.
Brian Laesch A.K.A. Drunk Blogger is actually drunk during the writing of this blog. Also, he writes for the LA Times, Chicago Tribune, Miami Herald and New York Times.
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