So it arrived, the big NYE of 2010… I was all ready to hit up a Hollywood Hills mansion party with some of my fave friends, prepped for days, hair, nails, shopping, you know the usual girl maintenance before a big event. We all were super excited that we’d all be together at a low key party, no crowds, no lines, just a yummy dinner and open bar with friends. Perfect night or so we thought…

Where to EVEN begin…

First of all I drove my half broken pos car to OC to get ready for the night. At times I caught myself going 60 in the fast lane in fear that my car would possibly blow up. Anyway, I finally arrived, spent 2 hours painting my face on and curling my hair, all to get a call from Jo that the party address had changed. Wait what? I was on my way out the door to meet them, how is the address just now changing at 7pm??? And what if Jo never called me? People would just show up to the old address? Yikes, red flag #1

Click to read how our night turned out? Do you think it was success or pure disaster?

So we meet at Katrina’s house and hope for the best… who knows what was going on but ya… off to the new LA address we go. We of course get lost in Beverly Hills looking for this last minute address change and our phones lose service because we’re high up in the hills. Somehow we end up in a nice area and find the main gate, phew. We let the attendant know were here for the party. Yayyyyy! His reply? “There is no party”………..

Um what? Please explain…. He said the party was a small gathering and got too big so the owner shut it down. We were furioussssssss after all the last minute changes, getting lost, getting ready for hours, shaky car almost dying etc etc I couldn’t believe this was my NYE. Whattttt was going on?

We check our email to find out that our friend Sarah was completely scammed by some guy who rented her the property. She thought it’d be nice to rent a huge mansion for the night, paid him 5k cash deposit after walking the venue, all to have him say there was a plumbing issue in the house causing him to have to change the venue. She re meets this fool, he shows her another amazing house, so she agrees it’s perfect and pays him another 5k. She shows up to set up the food, and the owner tells her he knows nothing about the party or something weird like that. Long story short, she got scammed out of 15k. WHO does that!? And why do these CRAZY things only happen to me? They’re always just bizarre scenarios that seem fake.

We figured we’d try and make the best out of the night and hit up a dive bar. Keep in mind were all wearing short, crazy dresses, fully decked out… We walk into Down & Out looking like full on clowns amongst the homeless people shooting pool. Down & Out would be a cool place to go on a Tuesday night when you and 10 of your friends are bored, it is an interesting set up considering they have DUI mug shots of celebrities on the wall, however, not my ideal NYE location.

So we walk in, still trying to understand what was going on, all overwhelmed to say the least. No party and now at a dive bar filled with all weirdos. At one point I looked over to see a black woman who was at least 6’3 dirty dancing, droppin it like it was hot on some 5’3 guy. Literally hands on floor, floppy bra-less boobs bouncing out of her cut off black T- shirt, it was pure chaos. I also saw one of the bums wiping off his bloody cut knee. I am not lying. Actual homeless people in the bar. Whyyyyy me?

Heck ya I video’d it… we were dyinggg, do you even see her head flailing up and down as she grinds into the lil guy?

Another fellow party goer

Ok focus….Drinks, we neeeed drinks. I order us white gummy bear shots which of course came back yellow and nasty. I asked the bartender, who wandered around for 5 minutes asking other people how to make them, if they were made with tequila bc they were that bad. Anyway, I return with the shots and the girls refused to even drink them they were that bad. So we decide to just laugh and people watch, have a photoshoot etc.. We’re observing the fellow bar rats, for some reason everyone was dancing…like craaaaazy dancing. Short guys with tall girls, homeless people, normal people, people in ugg boots, old people with young people, fat people with skinny people, everyone was opposites as if people just said 1-2-3 grab someone and dance. I really have no idea what was going on. Everyone for sure was on some sort of drug, no one willingly, sober, would want to spend NYE here dancing with bums.

PS- Who is she in the white sweater and why is she even awake at this hour

We tried our best, but we couldn’t even stick it out til 12am, we spent our New Year on the freeway in silence. Happy New Year hahaha we all would randomly burst out in laughter at what a joke our night was. We really started the new year off right. Downtown LA after being paypal scammed with bums.

As awful as the night was we had fun laughing about it and at least next year I will appreciate wherever I am at and make sure to make a back up plan! Hope everyone had a better night than I did!

Happy 2010

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