Showing posts with label bars. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bars. Show all posts
Monday, September 26, 2011
#20 - Party on Hollywood Boulevard
Yes I'm from San Dimas, CA - home of Bill and Ted, and yes, I have had some excellent adventures. Thing is, even though I grew up a mere 30 minutes from L.A. - and I've been out a few times in L.A. to some rad bars - I've never actually rocked out on Hollywood Boulevard. Ever. One time I drove a friend around for an hour looking for the Hollywood sign which we didn't find. We ended up drinking and running into the ocean instead.
So when my brother's 31st birthday came around we spent that Friday at his office in LA just around the corner from the famous Kodak Theater. 5pm, beers flowed, and skablamee - I found myself swilling whiskey at a Hollywood pool bar.
I saw a red carpet, people posing with tourists, the walk of fame, the friggin Hollywood sign, and a few excellent bars.
I can't wait to get back to NY, but after seeing a different side of LA, it ain't as crap as I thought.
Well done, LA. Well done.
Wednesday, August 24, 2011
#9 - See Motorcycles ride through a bar
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bXPKLA9xaB8
If you hadn’t noticed, bars in Alice are friggin random – snake karaoke one night, motorcycles driving through the bar the next night. People in Alice just know how to cut loose. Must be the heat.
The back story behind the bikes in the bar is that my buddies and I walked past a place called Bo’s Saloon and just poked in for a look. Two jugs later we found out it was the day of a yearly tradition to honor a biker that hit a camel 13 years earlier and died as a result. Yup. The way they honor a biker who died hitting a camel over a decade ago is to drink heaps and then ride their bikes through the bar. It’s called “Fish’s Run.”
It was awesome.
They roped off a lane and just let the bikers blast through. Some revved it up, others just cruised, but the whoops and exhaust fumes will last in my ears, lungs, and memory for a long time.
God bless you Fish you stupid bastard, and God bless the camel that killed you and spawned this truly epic tribute. Glad I could see it.
Unfortunately I didn't have my camera with me, but here's the website, and the youtube clip, while it is from last year, is pretty spot on.
http://www.bossaloon.com.au/
If you hadn’t noticed, bars in Alice are friggin random – snake karaoke one night, motorcycles driving through the bar the next night. People in Alice just know how to cut loose. Must be the heat.
The back story behind the bikes in the bar is that my buddies and I walked past a place called Bo’s Saloon and just poked in for a look. Two jugs later we found out it was the day of a yearly tradition to honor a biker that hit a camel 13 years earlier and died as a result. Yup. The way they honor a biker who died hitting a camel over a decade ago is to drink heaps and then ride their bikes through the bar. It’s called “Fish’s Run.”
It was awesome.
They roped off a lane and just let the bikers blast through. Some revved it up, others just cruised, but the whoops and exhaust fumes will last in my ears, lungs, and memory for a long time.
God bless you Fish you stupid bastard, and God bless the camel that killed you and spawned this truly epic tribute. Glad I could see it.
Unfortunately I didn't have my camera with me, but here's the website, and the youtube clip, while it is from last year, is pretty spot on.
http://www.bossaloon.com.au/
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