by Laura B. on
Boulevard 3 was the catalyst for one of the best girls' night out ever. We descended upon this Hollywood hot spot dressed to the hilt (and surprisingly, color coordinated), bringing a nice state of inebriation and leaving all the mascara-teared drama at home. And since we live in a universe where 8 hot women don't have to pay cover, we were in the club in no time. Even though our names were on the guestlist and we got there right at about 10:30, the bouncer didn't even blink an eye and let us roll on through. Too bad the DMV, lines at Costco, and rides at Disneyland don't work that way...my life would improve exponentially. The space itself is pretty awesome. It's Hollywood without the air of pretentiousness or douche-y-ness to it. Probably because it hasn't been featured on The Hills. Thanks, MTV! Giant bar with bar tenders dressed in their skivvies (well, only the female ones), and similarly clad go-go dancers. The night we went happened to be the day after Michael Jackson passed away, so they did a whole MJ tribute, which I really appreciated, as did the crowd. There were also some kick ass break dancers doing their thing, which was fun to watch while giving our feet a rest from dancing. The DJ was great, playing lots of great mixes and the bathrooms were clean...definitely hot commodities in the club scene. There's a garden with plenty of seating outside for when you need to catch your breath or cool yourself off after bumping and grinding on the dancefloor. But here's why the earned five stars: free candy AND free tacos. Yes people, you heard me right. FREE candy and Free large, delicious, tacos. There was a candy maven in the center of a table encouraging everyone to take a small bag and fill it to their heart's desire with the candy around her, and fill it we did. Then, outside, was the taco station with some damn good tacos, and not just because they were free. The one caveat is that we happened to go when they were having some kind of event, which is why they had the tacos and candy, but if you check their website, they always seems to have something going on to make your club experience one of a kind and stomach full-filling. It's like it was made for rateclubs girls.
by Harley Spirek on
The Martuni's softball team once hit a line drive so hard into my team's pitcher's FACE that she went to the hospital with a broken nose. That said, we are all still good buddies. That's what you get from lesbians/former lesbians (yeah, they still let me play). Oh. Martuni's. This place rocked me with a strong martini the other night on a quick jaunt from... oh, uh, an unnamed raunchy club nearby that happens to not serve booze (no reviews will be forthcoming). Lovely atmosphere, even if it was a tad difficult to switch gears from dancy to elegant. That's MY problem, not theirs.