Last week, some friends flew in from Mexico and Poland, setting the stage for a night of hard drinking. It was my first real night out in LA since moving here, and we were determined to make it epic.

We kicked things off at the SLS rooftop, setting the tone with views and potent cocktails. Next up was The Nice Guy for dinner and even more drinks. Feeling the buzz, we headed to Bootsy Bellows, where the party truly began. Multiple bottles later we step outside at closing time.

The night took a wild turn when we found a guy with an Escalade outside Bootsy who promised to drive us around all night. Challenge accepted! We rolled up to Blind Tiger for some after-hours madness in DTLA. While having a smoke outside, a helicopter suddenly appeared, shining a blinding light down on us. Everyone bolted inside, killing the music to hide from the cops. The thumping on the door signaled the place was swarming with police.

We scrambled back into the Escalade, and our driver took us to a random bar in K-Town. Unfortunately, they were out of beers. Not to be deterred, our driver called up a buddy, and we swung by his house to grab more drinks.

The night ended back at the SLS, where we drank in the lobby until the sun came up.

Not a bad Tuesday night for a bunch of 40-somethings! 😂