by Alyssa Ramos
If St. Patty’s Day weekend didn’t rock us all sufficient, the earthquake last night positive as hell did. In most cities, St. Patrick’s Day festivities consist of going to bars, drinking beers, and taking photos in your green attire, but in Hollywood, we really feel the want to obnoxiously glam it up a bit…as we do for any attainable holiday that we can.
Seeing that it was 82 degrees and gorgeous outside on Saturday, we decided to have a pre-pool party before the actual St. Patty’s Day block party at Rock N Riley’s on Sunset Boulevard that was going on all day. I don’t know why we constantly assume it’s a terrific notion to pre-drink for a debauchery occasion, but it occurs inevitably.
When we lastly pried ourselves away from the wine bottles, Maui Babe, and selfies, we decided to shove 6 persons in an Uber and head to the party. But when we got there, the unthinkable happened! I realized that the free tickets I had gotten for the event had been for the Basic Admission region only!!! Unlike most block parties that have only one particular most important area, our block parties normally have a VIP region that takes up about 1/three of the complete occasion space and gives bottle service and high-end Port-a-Potties. You’ll see all of the typical LA Scenesters that are are always in VIP along with a C or D-list celeb right here and there, and some creepy older foreign dudes that assume they’re obtaining bottles at a nightclub or a thing.
Yes, I know how pretentious and obnoxious this sounds, but at least I’m truthful.
Anyway so bottle service and socialization for five hours, woooo, we have been all blacked out by 8pm. Then the even extra unthinkable occurred…it got dark! Naturally everybody began freaking out and dispersing at the sudden ten degree drop in temperature and plans for immediately after parties at homes in the hills began fluttering about. My plan was to go residence and eat pizza, which I achieved effortlessly and proceeded to pass out at 11pm.
But of course considering the fact that I really feel the want to use my apartment as a gypsy hotel, and had four various men and women’s luggage there such as my younger cousin’s who was sleeping on the couch, I didn’t get to sleep through the evening. Nope. I got loud banging on my door at 4am. My new roommate came out of her room in sheer terror, pondering it was a burglar, I came out in raging anger considering it was the annoyingest of the 4 gypsies, and my cousin laughed at our opposing thoughts. I swung open the door prepared to knock him out for disrupting my sleep, when I realized it was the gypsy going to from the Army who I believed I had lost at the block party. He flinched and mentioned, “I brought cookies!” as if that have been a legitimate barter for waking us all up. He’s lucky he looked like one particular of the guys in Cosmo sleeping on my couch or undesirable items would have happened. I’m stronger than I look.
The subsequent day the girls and I went to the beach for a small St. Patty’s Day rehab in Venice Beach, but of course ended up possessing a typical Sunday Funday and had been back property wasted at 8pm once more with pizza. Appropriate when I believed my weekend of body-torture was over I was brutally shaken awake by what I thought was someone yet once again attempting to break in, but in a nightmarish sort of way — my bedroom door shook which was terrifying considering that it was like an aggressive person attempting to get in, but then when I sat up and realized that I was also shaking along with my headboard, and not obtaining sex, that it will have to be an :gasp: EARTHQUAKE!!!
I grabbed my animals, cellphone, and laptop and ran into the living room as if the planet was ending and so did my roommate, when my cousin groaned and covered her head with a pillow, much less than amused by the terrifying incident. I quickly checked Facebook at 6:30am, and verified by all of the “Earthquake!!!” comments that it was in fact an earthquake, and added my two cents to the feed. (Voiceover: “In the occasion of an earthquake, please instantaneously notify everyone on Facebook). Nothing like ending the most significant drinking holiday weekend with the greatest earthquake to hit LA in two decades…considerably speaking but totally really serious.
Disclaimer: Don’t drink and drive. Take an uber or walk your pleased ass residence.
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