Sunday, August 15, 2010

Never get too close to the Angel

At Velvet Margarita, midday ...
I met a man we'll call Adrian. We'll call him that because it's his name. Adrian is a bartender at Velvet Margarita, which "Big Daddy" owns, along with partner Vince Vaughn, who is nice and rowdy.
You see, I'm lucky. I'm well-connected. It's because I don't try too hard. I don't need anything from Mr. Vaughn nor from Big Daddy, except an occasional shrimp fajita and/or a bloody mary.
I'm lucky in general, you know. As I've discussed time and again on this blog, Our City of Angels (El Pueblo de Nuestra SeƱora la Reina de Los Angeles de Porcinuncula), either spits you out or embraces you in her wings of silver and gold.
Adrian and I were talking about this under the extreme kitsch of the VM. Adrian is from Austin, Tejas, a city that tries too hard anyway. He worked his way up, you know, up up up. He said he didn't know how he had been in Hollywood proper since 1991, and I see why. It's a freaking zoo, and the VM is like right off Hollywood Boulevard and Cahuenga, tourons stumbling by.
I mentioned that the Angel must love him and he said that if not love, she tolerated him. But that, he said, is because he kept his distance.
I've all but made love to the Angel and I hope she doesn't tire of me ... I believe in forever still, but then again, I don't hold her down.