Bar Sinister
Tuesday, May 30th, 2000Memorial Day weekend was memorably immemorable this year. Hui Chin and I swung it at Bar Sinister, a Gothic Club off Hollywood Blvd. Black was the dress code, and a dog collar put you in the “in” crowd.
Among the interesting people we met were:
Jing – a Thai physics graduate from Cal Tech who danced alone so that she would not injure anyone with her frantic-hand- flailing-help-I’m-drowning dance
Martin – a director of Photography who kept buying Hui Chin Patron shots in hopes of getting her drunk, but she kept pushing it to me. Patron’s one of the smoothest and most expensive tequillas around, so I was like, “bring it on”.
Kim – the sweaty trisexual chick in tight leather pants from the midwest.
There was lots of female-to-female kissing going on that night as well.
I didn’t know how drunk I was at the club until I tried to stand. I would have gotten a tattoo that night had the tattoo place not closed half an hour earlier than usual. We ended up sleeping in the car till I sobered up.
