we own the night

Last week, Clark, one of our WNG: TV producers invited to a Halloween party in Hollywood. Since we'd just pulled into town, we thought it would be a great way to relax and meet people. So, on Friday, after a meeting with our agents, we headed to a nearby costume shop and picked up whatever remained on the day of Halloween. The pickings were slim, but Brian managed to find a toga, Patrick a muscle suit, and Angel a prisoners costume. I had my Robin Halloween costume packed, because I never leave home without it.

We made the drive over to West Hollywood from our North Hollywood apartment. The GPS told us it would take sixteen minutes. It took us over an hour. It was so bad that at one point we saw two guys dressed up as Fred and Shaggy walking down the street. A couple of miles up the road, as we were caught in gridlock, Fred and Shaggy walked past us again. 

As we arrived at the party location, we were surprised to find that the valets were no longer parking guests' cars because the streets were overcrowded. That left us to find our own spots. This proved difficult. We circled the streets, looking for spots, and coming up empty. There were thousands of people in costume walking the streets of Los Angels. At one point I saw a female Robin running down the street with a female Batgirl. Brian, Patrick and Angel encouraged me to get out of the car and run after her, but I can't imagine anything weirder than me in a Robin costume chasing a female Robin down the street. The circling continued...

After about an hour and a half of this, we decided there was no other option but to give up. We sadly drove back towards home. Then Angel remembered that our friend Karen had told him about another Halloween party in Burbank at Sardos, a bar best known for hosting Porn Star Karaoke every Monday night. (Self explanatory, right?) Karen said the bar would be packed. We pulled into the parking lot of Sardos and were surprised to find not many people in the parking lot. When we walked into the bar, we were surprised to find that, unlike us, most of the people in there weren't in costume. Angel texted Karen to find out where she was. It turns out the party was the PREVIOUS NIGHT. We ordered our beers and sat in the bar in defeat. We clearly did not own our first Hollywood party. In the parking lot of Sardos, we took this sad little photo...