While the guys slept off their hangovers/jetlag, chippy and I got up early and waited to get picked by The Art’s manager Gabe. He ran me down to the hire place that I had thought about walking to. Thank god I didn’t because LA is ridiculously big.
We ended up with a massive caddilac as they were out of vans so we’re currently macking the luxury leather seats.
Driving on the wrong side of the road is some freaky shit. Kind of got the hang of it but it’s scary as hell turning left.
When we got back everyone had gotten their 12 hours sleep and we hit some thrift shops around the corner and then headed home to meet Damien and his wife Briony from Rode Mics. Thanks for the mics mate, you rule!
They took us to el coyote, a Mexican restaurant where Sharon Tate ate her last meal before getting in to an altercation with Mr Manson’s family. Awesome food and margaritas so thanks again Damien for showing us a good time.
After dinner we went to hollywood to see the art play and meet our new friend Josh, a tattooist and generally all time good guy from LA
Interesting club with bands downstairs and chubby Goths getting whipped by half naked gay dudes upstairs As everywhere here shuts at 2am we headed home to drink at the hotel. We altar boyed the Red Riders then
made the infamous late night burrito mistake
