Harry Dean Stanton told me I was "a gem, a jewel". Of course he was completely boffo at the time. But he was completely right about the place we were drinking at that moment. The Bungalow Club is one of the most rediculous places in LA. I wish I could get a hold of that property and turn it into a doggie day care/boutique. Instead, they have really awful music, really cheesy clientele, overpriced cocktails made by inept bartenders and crappy service. Ouch, sounds awful, doesn't it? Nonetheless we go there after every Sit 'n Spin because they welcome our large groups and a certain someone got the group kicked out of two other places for smoking pot on the premises. And every time we go there we all complain about it but it has become easier to keep going then to find a new place.
But even Harry Dean, at 80, is willing to try new things. As long as there is a "perfect manhattan" in front of him, men to philosophize with and women to look at. And maybe flirt a little with.
Posted by nora murphy at June 23, 2006 12:11 PM | TrackBack