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Enjoying authentic Mexican cuisine during my first night in LA

While driving cross-country, I imagined my first night in LA would consist of a hopping party at a glitzy venue with movie stars and high end cocktails.  In reality, it involved sharing a bottle of Bacardi and an air mattress with my friend Jeremy while watching movies in a room with a spray painted penis¹ on the wall.

We traveled for 4 days only to arrive at the frat house I was rooming in for the summer.  A random person there took me to my room, which was completely trashed, had no lock, and was decorated with the aforementioned cock.  I wanted to turn around and walk back to Pittsburgh.

My friend and I cleared three garbage bags of crap and made the room acceptable.  We celebrated with a fifth of rum and our first Los Angeles meal.

With all the excellent Mexican food the town had to offer, we patronized the best tasting and most authentic one we knew:  Taco Bell.  I downed a couple Chalupas and a diet coke.  Satiated, I was ready to hit the town.

Only knowing three people in town, I called them to find out what celebrity we’d be partying with that night.  Nothing was happening, or, more likely, no one wanted to invite us, so we went with plan B.

We inflated my air mattress, turned on the TV/DVD/VCR combo that was sitting on top of my entertainment center/mini-fridge, and watched Sideways while laying side by side.  Luckily we were both comfortable with our sexuality, since the bed wasn’t big and it was a tight squeeze.

It might not have been what was envisioned, but just by making it into town alive after 50 plus hours of driving, my first night in LA was a success.

Tags: Bacardi, Beginnings, Frat House, Los Angeles, Sideways, Taco Bell