Mike's Birthday in Vegas

I spent this past weekend over in Vegas. But not the fancy, club going, super buffet Vegas, no we celebrated Mike's 29th (yes, he is twenty nine now) birthday in OLD Vegas. Fremont Street. The neon cowboy. Literally, no one under the age of 50 was there, well of course, except us. I could go on and explain, how we destroyed two rooms at the Plaza hotel. Or how we (my brother, Anne, My, Jason, myself, and Mike) consumed 30 lbs of ribs and sausage. I could even dive deep into the physics and chemistry involved with a large plastic football and how it ruined all our livers. I could, but I'd rather not. Check the photos and the lovely video below. For the full gallery click  here

Eagle EEYYYYYYYEEEE!!!!!

My brother does not like his drink too much.

Mike in front of our classy hotel. 
Group shot.
Mike and Anne wearing short shorts.
Jason skateboarding on the bed. Wow...
Mike checking his pedicure.
Happy male bonding.
I have no need to tan, so I sat in the shade.
Anne hanging.
Mike's beauty shot.
Jason and I discuss something really important.
Jason falls asleep with massive wood.
4 Queens photo.
Mike and Anne nighttime.
Bunny! haha!
Why are Jason and Mike always naked?
Anne Supermans on the table, on the bed.
Jason dances on the table, on the bed.
Anne showcasing Mike's underwear.
Badnews.
Mike threw up seconds after this photo.

Secret Service and Secret BAR!

The only thing on Secret Service's website...
Royal Clayton's, Artist District Downtown
Outside Primo Cucina, coming soon!

So I decided this morning to wake up a little early and take a bike ride around the Artist District area here in DOWNTOWN. Oh man, lots and lots of discoveries!


First and foremost, for the guys. I found AN APPT ONLY MENS' CLOTHING BOUTIQUE CALLED SECRET SERVICE. They specialize in they're own jeans which they make and sell locally at Barney's LA. But they also carry other cool brands like NICE collective and what not. Anyway, I am going to try to set up an appt for this Saturday if anyone is interested (Mike, Nathan, Jason? You guys reading this?!). 

Also, just nearby I scoped a bar called ROYAL CLAYTONS, an English pub, located at the bottom floor of the TOY FACTORY lofts. Going to try to check that out on Friday. 

And finally, over at the Barker Block there is a new Italiano restaurant that will open this Winter. Inside will be gourmet Italian food as well as a gelato "lab." Experimental fancy ice cream maybe? I'm in!

Seven Ninety Five

$7.95

In this economy that amount of money gets you nearly nothing at all. 2 gallons of gas? Maybe. A hot dog, a red bull, and a magazine at your local 7-11? Possibly. Maybe brand new white shoe laces for your now defunct pair of Air Walks? Yea, ok sure. 

But if you know where to spend it, it can go a long way. How about fresh baked bread sticks? Check. Hand tossed Greek salad with tomato slices and whole olives. Got it. What about your choice of 6 different sauces and six different pastas? Really? Yup! All this priced at SEVEN DOLLARS AND NINTEY FIVE CENTS. Oh and did I mention it was all you can eat? I mean really? Seriously?! 

Where can I get such a great deal you ask? Look no further than your local Olive Garden (well for my friends and me, it means a little trek into Burbank, which is not so local mind you) and you too my friend can feast like a Medieval King. Or maybe more like a well to do mid-century farmer. Anyway, check the photo for happy faces. And if any special ladies out there what a nice night on the town and you have an ache for some of the Garden...well, let me just tell you we got a date!

Fancy Dinner

So I'm a man that enjoys the finer things in life. Yachts, Go-fast boats, Ferraris, tailored suits, Italian leather... you know, the whole deal. 

When Friday rolls around and I just want to unwind from the pressures of the week, sometimes I like to treat myself to an expensive, all out dinner. 

There really wasn't any other choice. I knew where I wanted to eat: El Pollo Loco. 

It's authentic Spanish Cuisine with an Americana flair. How could I go wrong? It truly is the Carte Blanche of food eateries here in Hollywood. 

Eh, I hate myself for going there. I blame Anne (she came with).