Tuesday, September 06, 2005
Father's Office and Jones
Thursday night before I flew to Oakland, I met up with Jen for dinner and drinks. Dinner! Yum! We went to Father's Office, which I had been dying to go to for forever because they apparently have Very Good Burgers. These are not your classic hamburgers, but rather burgers with caramelised onions, gruyere, Maytag blue cheese, arugula, and an applewood bacon compote. Scrumptious. Fries are served in a cute little grocery cart! And this amazing white sage beer, and I hate beer!
But we're not here to talk about food (Jen has pictures. Bug her for them. I want them too.) You see, at this place you order at the bar and then hover around tables in order to snatch one up. I generally hate this, as I far prefer making reservations for a guaranteed seat. Jen said that this way, you get to meet people. Sure, just like people keep claiming that they can meet people on planes. And no, there were no cute guys to be had (although there was this mean old couple that Jen took pictures of because they were mean!). There were, however, rude guys. This one guy walked in, and I totally recognised him! And I so rarely randomly run into people! Where I knew him from, however, was a bit trickier. From college? No. Grad school? No. Did I meet him at some industry party? No. Shit, did I go out with him once? Thankfully no. No, it turns out he sat next to FB at the wedding we went to over the summer and was in town on business. Small world. He was very nice, and said, "Hey, this is my friend I told you about who lives in LA, you should exhange emails or phone numbers and hang out sometime." See? Nice. His friend, however, came over and said, "I'll never call you and you'll never call me, so why don't we just not exchange numbers?" RUDE. RUDE RUDE RUDE. Obviously he is not in a business where he needs to know how to network, because that's just not kosher. Even if you don't have any intention of calling, you at least go through the motions. Plus, it wasn't like he was all that. No, he was not cute, short, balding, and wearing sneakers with his white athletic socks pulled up to mid-calf and shorts in a bar. Bad form all around. Bad bad form.
After that we zipped across town to Jones for more drinks. (And this is why I only got 2.5 hours of sleep before I flew up to Oakland). Jones is a cute swanky place, with lots of dark wood, dim lighting, couches, and booths. A nice touch are the mirrors angled so that from the bar, you can see any canoodling going on in the booths. Okay, maybe instead of "nice" I should say "voyeuristic". Jen says that George Clooney loves this place, and ah, I would have loved to have seen him. He is so hot for an older man. I would totally sleep with him. Unfortunately, there were no George Clooney sightings but there was this random Israeli guy who grabbed Jen and basically forced her [because I was having no part of this, obviously] to talk to him. Booooooring. Not cute. Looked sort of like Goofy. Drinks were decent, but the crowd was rather dull for a Thursday night. And so we left.
We'll figure out yet where the non-industry cute guys are or die trying.
But we're not here to talk about food (Jen has pictures. Bug her for them. I want them too.) You see, at this place you order at the bar and then hover around tables in order to snatch one up. I generally hate this, as I far prefer making reservations for a guaranteed seat. Jen said that this way, you get to meet people. Sure, just like people keep claiming that they can meet people on planes. And no, there were no cute guys to be had (although there was this mean old couple that Jen took pictures of because they were mean!). There were, however, rude guys. This one guy walked in, and I totally recognised him! And I so rarely randomly run into people! Where I knew him from, however, was a bit trickier. From college? No. Grad school? No. Did I meet him at some industry party? No. Shit, did I go out with him once? Thankfully no. No, it turns out he sat next to FB at the wedding we went to over the summer and was in town on business. Small world. He was very nice, and said, "Hey, this is my friend I told you about who lives in LA, you should exhange emails or phone numbers and hang out sometime." See? Nice. His friend, however, came over and said, "I'll never call you and you'll never call me, so why don't we just not exchange numbers?" RUDE. RUDE RUDE RUDE. Obviously he is not in a business where he needs to know how to network, because that's just not kosher. Even if you don't have any intention of calling, you at least go through the motions. Plus, it wasn't like he was all that. No, he was not cute, short, balding, and wearing sneakers with his white athletic socks pulled up to mid-calf and shorts in a bar. Bad form all around. Bad bad form.
After that we zipped across town to Jones for more drinks. (And this is why I only got 2.5 hours of sleep before I flew up to Oakland). Jones is a cute swanky place, with lots of dark wood, dim lighting, couches, and booths. A nice touch are the mirrors angled so that from the bar, you can see any canoodling going on in the booths. Okay, maybe instead of "nice" I should say "voyeuristic". Jen says that George Clooney loves this place, and ah, I would have loved to have seen him. He is so hot for an older man. I would totally sleep with him. Unfortunately, there were no George Clooney sightings but there was this random Israeli guy who grabbed Jen and basically forced her [because I was having no part of this, obviously] to talk to him. Booooooring. Not cute. Looked sort of like Goofy. Drinks were decent, but the crowd was rather dull for a Thursday night. And so we left.
We'll figure out yet where the non-industry cute guys are or die trying.
Gloria 10:49 AM
4 Comments:
What an ass. Even if you know that you'll never call each other, it still pays to be cordial to someone. I'm all for burning bridges when they need to be burned, but it's just unnecessary to act like that with someone who you've just met.
All of these freaking LA assholes are going to ruin my reputation before I even get there. Hrmph.
All of these freaking LA assholes are going to ruin my reputation before I even get there. Hrmph.
I am with DDJ. The guy is an extreme ass. I thought I had met some asses in my time but this one royally takes the cake.
Is there any such thing as a non-industry cute guy in LA? I still remember the summer I spent working in LA. When I explained at parties that I was working for a federal judge, the response was, "Oh. You're a real person." Huh? Haven't these people ever met someone who was not in the industry?
Is there any such thing as a non-industry cute guy in LA? I still remember the summer I spent working in LA. When I explained at parties that I was working for a federal judge, the response was, "Oh. You're a real person." Huh? Haven't these people ever met someone who was not in the industry?
No, they have never met anyone not in the industry. The couple of parties I went to last summer, when I explained what I did, people looked so confused and then 1) either deemed me not worth talking to anymore or 2) couldn't figure out anything to talk about.
Blaargh.
Blaargh.
We will figure out where they are. And I will stop letting neo-maxi-dweebies corner us. It happens to me all the time. I think I have "Nice, Approachable SUCKER" tattoed on my forehead. I promise I will develop a backbone and torture you no longer.
