a night out in silver lake

i met a friend for happy hour, and the great conversation turned into friday night out. i looked at my watch at 7 or so, and the next time i checked, it was midnight. all six hours were chock full of fun catching up, and random moments of the near-ridiculous sort.

we spent the evening sitting at the stairs-end of the downstairs bar in a german pub with three stories, a vantage point from which we saw everyone who ventured through. one of the greatest things about the east side is that it's a place where all congregate. by all, i mean, old, young, preppy, hipster, burger kings with birthday parties, intellectuals, dummies, and folks from all ethnic backgrounds in all shapes and sizes. i saw hairdo's and ensembles that would put most towns' halloween parties to shame, and gals whose updos and pink scarves would've been a better fit in the hallowed halls of a beverly hills alehouse.

one of the highlights: my friend and i were having a conversation about politics with some retard who fancied himself informed, when some crazy-eyed vamp plopped herself down in the one open seat between ourselves and the other end of our chat. while this might not seem all that odd to the two of you, there were a dozen empty seats at the bar that didn't offer the opportunity to act as a wedge between folks in an ongoing conversation. the retard left the bar, and the vamp sat there most of the night acting bizarrely. i'm pretty sure there's no doubt she's a witch...

and there was the super cutie palestinian boy who engaged us in a most interesting conversation. as y'all know, i'm fascinated by the middle east, and my intellectual and emotional curiosity for the ongoing conflict in gaza is as unrelenting as my need to talk to someone who isn't israel-centric. not that i'll ever understand the conflict or be able to solve the problem, i can't help but want to try...

so you see, from kings to witches, and dimwits to the insightful, a night out in silver lake is never one you'd call ordinary...

~k