Despite the fact that I barely made it to LA last night for the Foos because of car trouble, we had a great time going out in LA last night. We started out at Lola's, for Apple Martinis and appetizers. The food and drinks were good, but the best part was the amazing collection of black and white rock and roll photographs covering the walls of the women's rest room. Great photos of everyone from Sid and Nancy to Joe Perry, Mick to Jon Bon Jovi. I was particularly smitten with the Joe Perry photo, but decided not to find out if what was said on the sign was true - that due to theft of the photos, they had started wiring the pics to an alarm system.

We headed out to the Pantages for the concert. The seats were great, the Foos were great, and everything was great except for the guy sitting behind us who was trying to impress his date with stories about each of the 53 Foo Fighter shows he has seen - including this one the night before. (Really, last night they played this song 3rd, and not 4th in the set?) Even Grohl was making fun of his stalker fans. And dude - it's not actually considered "going back stage" if the band and guests are already gone when you get there. Fortunately, my second attempt at a death stare finally quieted him down . . .

After the show we went to Ago and Stone Rose for a drink, and then to Swingers for the 2 am breakfast - something I haven't done in many, many years. After spending the day trying to find out what is wrong with my transmission, I made it home to the OC, and I'm ready to hit the hay. Ok, so I'm too old to party like it's 1999, but it was fun pretending like I still can . . .