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Last night, I experienced the Viper Room.

Briefly.

A friend, Sarah, knew a guy playing in one of the bands there and was able to get our names put on the list at the door.

The Viper Room was not exactly what I expected it to be... very small, incredibly loud, and super dark.

We didn't stay long before leaving and going to a place called Barney's Beanery on Santa Monica. Barney's was a fun restaurant / bar with pool tables and karaoke.

Yes, we did play pool. No, we did not karaoke.

We wound up back at a friend's apartment in Hollywood and watched The Butterfly Effect and played Trivial Pursuit.

Geez, what dorks we are.

So, when we left... I can't quit laughing. We couldn't find the car. I could remember that we parked in a lot next to a big, white van. Someone else said we street-parked. And our driver, Sarah, had no clue.

After walking around for a while, we found a lot with a white van... and Sarah's car parked next to it.

I'm entirely too mature, so I won't say, "I told you so."

Right.

Sarah drove me back to the Viper Room, where my truck was parked. I was a little concerned it wouldn't still be there, but I had payed to park so, luckily, it was still there.

Anyway, kind of a strange evening. I never go to bars, but last night was fun. Don't know if I'll do it again anytime soon, though.