The Highlands Hollywood
6801 Hollywood Boulevard
Los Angeles, CA 90028
(323) 461-9800
Ohhhhhh man. I can’t go here ever again.
So, my company had an annual meeting at the Renaissance Hollywood hotel, and everyone from the West Coast (Southland, Bay Area, Seattle) flew into L.A. to participate. All us young-types have the great idea to stay an extra night and go clubbing. And look! The Highlands club is just downstairs in the Hollywood/Highland complex. How convenient.
Anyways, we get there, after waiting in a line that snakes around the H/H complex for a couple miles (I kid you not). I’m wasted already by the way. We get in relatively quickly, however, with the help of some cleavage. I give the bar my credit card, tell people I’m buying them shots and go ahead and do it. I do this a couple more times, and also proceed to purchase premium liquor for myself. The service, it seems, is impeccable. I’m thinking —- wow they love me! Everytime I’m at the bar, the bartender comes up to me first and makes my drink immediately.
I need to go —- I’m so done with the night. The club was, well, clubby. But I’m wasted to the point where I’ve lost feeling with my muscles. I close my tab. Holy crap in a bucket!!! My tab is $1,000 dollars!!!! No wonder they were giving me VIP treatment —- I was a high roller! I look at the receipt… it looks right, it’s just that drinks here cost an average of like $20 bucks each, and it was my fault for buying all those rounds of shots. I can’t believe it. I hang my head in shame, sign the bill without looking, and solemnly walk out of the club, sobered beyond belief, a single tear running down my cheek.
