I wasn’t so much planning on writing a post on Barney’s. Truth be told, I’m a little ashamed that I didn’t get the proper “West-coast-football” experience until today. This is my 11th Sunday in Hollywood. My 11th!! Until today I hadn’t hit a bar and consumed an alcoholic beverage before high noon. Ridiculous.
In fairness, I did drop a Jagger (sp.?) bomb the size of a milk carton with Brody Jenner. That’s something. I saw Kid from Kid N Play on consecutive Sunday’s. (Swear to god.) I went for a run at the start of the Vikings/Steelers game – that turned into a 21st century death march to the Hollywood sign – and arrived home for the salient moments of the contest. I made friends with a Barney’s regular who calmly walked behind the bar to fetch me a Pabst Blue Ribbon.
These are all reasonable feats. Ultimately, they don’t excuse my tardy tendencies. Better late, than never.
For the uninitiated, the “West-coast-football” experience demands a 7 am wake-up call, hearty breakfast, inappropriate wager(s), breakfast lager, second wind, comfortable pair of pants, third wind and large stomach.
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I’m very excited to read your post on Barneys! I have a feeling that email you sent me was just a taste of what’s to come.
straightcashhomie
November 22, 2009 at 5:30 pm
I wasn’t so much planning on writing a post on Barney’s. Truth be told, I’m a little ashamed that I didn’t get the proper “West-coast-football” experience until today. This is my 11th Sunday in Hollywood. My 11th!! Until today I hadn’t hit a bar and consumed an alcoholic beverage before high noon. Ridiculous.
In fairness, I did drop a Jagger (sp.?) bomb the size of a milk carton with Brody Jenner. That’s something. I saw Kid from Kid N Play on consecutive Sunday’s. (Swear to god.) I went for a run at the start of the Vikings/Steelers game – that turned into a 21st century death march to the Hollywood sign – and arrived home for the salient moments of the contest. I made friends with a Barney’s regular who calmly walked behind the bar to fetch me a Pabst Blue Ribbon.
These are all reasonable feats. Ultimately, they don’t excuse my tardy tendencies. Better late, than never.
For the uninitiated, the “West-coast-football” experience demands a 7 am wake-up call, hearty breakfast, inappropriate wager(s), breakfast lager, second wind, comfortable pair of pants, third wind and large stomach.
What a day.
Stephen Amell
November 22, 2009 at 11:29 pm