A fan of Writing, travel, food, dancing, fitness, people, a well made margarita and occasionally laughing at her own jokes.
Los Angeles. Sexy people and a sexier nightlife that breeds a certain vanity-fuelled desire, to be see and be seen.
From ordering a coffee to ordering a room, every activity involves an I-do-what-I-want attitude that oozes sex appeal. Confidence is everywhere
The suited man tossing his keys to the valet without a second glance, the woman in heels that will tell you what she wants just by her stare. Dreams come true here.
It’s not called the City of Angels for nothing though the things I’ve seen and where I’ve been seen lead me to believe the place where angels don’t go is a lot closer. The bright lights, dazzling parties, Colgate smiles and foreign cars are a distraction, for there are many, myself included, that live in the that middle zone taking in a bit of the downtown sleaze and a bit of the high life, bathing in the greedy sin that lies within the belly of the city. Yes, it’s a highly controversial and contradictory place where, if you’re someone who takes chances, isn’t offended by lust-driven power and enjoys partying all night with beautiful people…then I welcome you, to Los Angeles.
Of course, I speak from my own personal experience. I am someone who comes from out of state and I was not a sheltered child by any means, but reality is about perception so when I arrived in Los Angeles those realities shifted slightly. But it took a while. On a regular basis my jaw would drop at the daily bizarreness of L.A until my housemate offered the suggestion of simply ‘Acting like it’s normal’. My jaw is still intact and no is surgery required.
Nightlife is unquestionably what brings the millions to L.A every year, with bars and restaurants in their thousands providing an endless supply of places to let loose and indulge in some late night debauchery. If you plan to live here long-term like I have you have to have a plan so any place you go to,
remember that the doorman and bartenders are your best friends because chances are you’ll see them again so maintaining some kind of friendly, first name rapport is key to ensuring a great night out again and again. They will remember your friendliness and repay you in kind.
Nightlife is unquestionably what brings the millions to L.A every year, with bars and restaurants in their thousands providing an endless supply of places to let loose and indulge in some late night debauchery. If you plan to live here long-term like I have you have to have a plan so any place you go to, remember that the doorman and bartenders are your best friends because chances are you’ll see them again so maintaining some kind of friendly, first name rapport is key to ensuring a great night out again and again. They will remember your friendliness and repay you in kind.
Another thing to keep in mind is that most bars don’t really get going until about 10 so a pre game must is Mother Lode in West Hollywood. This place may just be where you end your night instead of starting it but Lord have mercy they have a strong pour here! Two shots and I am doing the macarena by myself on a pool table. (Seriously). Another is Fiesta Cantina in West Hollywood. This is a great place to go to watch any major sports event, major awards show, fashion show etc. Nachos and gigantic l margaritas are what make this place a go to for starting off the night.
And since we are speaking of West Hollywood, you have to make your way to the winner of, “World’s best gay club”, The Abbey. Whether your gay or straight, the go go dancers offer a little eye candy for everyone. After one of my many wild nights here, I woke up and noticed I had severely bruised knees. My friend asked me, “Don’t you remember, you were twerking all night long! I thought, “I was twerking?!!” Using my best fake laugh, I said “Of course I remember! Move over Miley Cyrus!” No place will get you on your knees quicker then The Abbey.
On any given weekend you’ll find me playing up at a number of other venues such as Exchange LA in the downtown area, an incredible 4 floor, 6 bar, Art-Deco nightclub and dance venue hosting musical luminaries from David Morales to Carl Cox and Sasha. The building was once the LA stock exchange, hence the name and believe me the trading still happens but in different parts of the building. Avalon is another superb electronic venue that has hosted everything from the Beatles to Paul Oakenfold.
On the other hand if heaving, sweaty clubs aren’t your thing, a venue I spend time at is The W situated between Bel Air and Beverly Hills and the venue isn’t so exclusive where your name has to be on the list. The restaurant at the hotel is excellent and it becomes more of a lounge atmosphere as the evening progresses and there’s a swimming pool right beside it for when the night descends into madness and becomes a impromptu fully-fledged-LA-style pool party and let me assure you, it does.
Similarly, Skybar at The Mondrian Hotel is a venue that should not be missed under any circumstances. A gorgeous open air venue, dressed in all white with ivy decorating it’s walls and interior with of course the requisite pool (It’s LA people!) There’s also no guest list here provided there’s no function being held but it’s also home to many private after parties. Not on the guest list? Not a problem, If you’re persuasive and show a little cleavage, you can sneak your way in. Unless you’re a guy. Tough luck pal.
As you may have guessed by now, there is nowhere better to be and party during summertime than LA. That brings me to The Standard. Similar to the aforementioned poolside venues, The Standard differs in that it’s patrons has a significantly stronger focus on the fashion aesthetic. Your invite might say pool party but it’s more like a fashion show next to a pool that happens to be surrounded with beds, a rooftop dance floor and champagne flowing around every corner? My kind ofsummer party!
Of course I learned the hard way to dress to impress here. I was told by my friend that it was a pool party, so naturally being an out of towner, I show up in my old navy flip flops and shapeless sun dress over my bathing suit. When I arrived EVERY girl looked magazine cover ready. Even the hotel bartenders were better dressed then me.
Lesson learned, next!
Large sun hat? Check. Leopard bikini? Check. 6 inch wedges? Check. This outfit to a pool? Absolutely.
Hotel Sixty in Beverly Hills is definitely a rooftop pool/lounge where this is acceptable, if not appreciated. Any place that serves pitchers of cucumber water and has linen covered lounge chairs is enough to make me want to change my name to Zsa Zsa and live off champagne.
Of course it’s not all a party. Well, it is just not always indoors. If you are looking for a beach that’s kept a hidden gem by the locals? Behold Paradise Cove. Far enough away from the big city that you feel you’re on vacation. Oyster specials and two for one drinks around noon, the restaurant shack and bar here will get you wet, then hang you out to dry! My first time at this beach, I got picked up by a co worker and thrown into the ocean! It would have been harmless fun, if my bikini bottoms hadn’t become untied and washed to shore..without me in them. (Not my proudest moment).
L.A truly is a place you have to spend some time in to really know it. Either watching the paparazzi chase celebrities at the clubs or trying to mentally process being served a rather expensive bottle of Tequila by a rope-swinging Oompa Loompa to your VIP table and runway shows in the middle of dance floors.
One thing is for certain, you will never be bored any day of the week here. Partying isn’t only designated for the weekends, and weekdays aren’t just for work. LA gives a whole new meaning to 24/7.