Saturday Night: Tar Pit and Swinger Crawl

On a Saturday night I had two options: continue to stare blankly at the ceiling while listening to Van Morrison or throw money to the wind and meet Jacob at a bar in West Hollywood. I went with the latter regardless of the fact that it was getting damnably close to midnight (and Moondance is quite a lovely album).

The bar was pretty empty when the two of us entered, Jacob greeting the bartender immediately and taking his usual seat. The Tar Pit is a quaint little bar and lounge off of La Brea in West Hollywood with old fashioned 1940s décor, cozy booths, and what Jacob would call “yummy” cocktails. We ordered two before the bartender cut everyone off. Though when you know the man behind the bar, you aren’t done drinking until he’s told you so. A delicious citrus martini was followed by two shots of Old Overholt whiskey, a favorite of Jacob’s. By then, I was only all too glad I had learned to hold my liquor well.

After listening in for a bit on what could only be described as “guy talk,” Jacob and I left. And the only sensible place to go to after a bar has closed is Swingers—a hipster haven just west of Beverly and Fairfax. The diner is open from 6 a.m. to 4:30 a.m. for those drunkenly craving pancakes or a burrito before making the long trip home. We split a basket of sweet potato fries (and my god, fries have never tasted so good) before he drove me back to my car near the bar.

It was a quarter after three and I knew that I wouldn’t get home until well after four. I also knew I had to get up relatively early to meet my sister the next day, but the desire to stay out a little longer muddled the decision. I ultimately left Jacob napping in his car but not before thanking him for resuscitating my Saturday night.

 

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