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Current mood:  bouncy
Vacation Day 1: Dinner, Drinks and the Paparazzi
Last night I went out with Brian, Mike and Brian's friend Rob. We went to a really nice restaurant in LA called Koi. I giant bottles of imported Sapporo... and tried Sushi for the first time! It was quite good, and I was surprised to discover it was... ahem... baked eel. Then we had a debate about whether the woman sitting at the table next to us was, in fact, Lindsay Lohan.
It wasn't.
Then, as we were headed out of the restaurant, we noticed two Paparazzi waiting outside the restaurant... I took their picture.  Then we headed to a bar called The Belmont. It was really cool...
... then Brian told me the lead bartender was "The Banker" from Deal or no Deal...
Of course, I called bullshit... he was obviously taking advantage of the rube tourist at the first bar. But no, it was true. His name is Pete, and his credibility was greatly increased by not only his knowledge of the inner workings of the show, but also his familiarity with several of the lovely ladies from the show. A really nice guy.
I also did a great deal of flirting... as only a group of guys can do. I can think of three of the funniest moments:
1.) I accidently stepped on a woman's toes...
Her: "Ouch!"
Me: "Oh, I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt you. It was the best I could come up with."
 Her: "What?"
Me: "Well, I'd rather it be a bad pickup attempt than be a clutz."
2.) The woman gesturing with a cigarette by the front door...
She was telling some story, with a vodka martini in one hand, an unlit cigarette in the other. After about four minutes, I walked over:
"Did you forget you had a cigarette in your hand, or are you really, really trying to get a light?"
That got a good laugh... one of her friends guessed I was from the Midwest; she thought Topeka.
3.) The hottie by the bathroom...
Mike really liked her... But by the time he had the nerve to go over and talk to her, (I proposed the "hey, waiting for bathroom? Great, you're a captive... what's your name?"), she stepped in.
Mike walked away, but soon after she stepped to the bar directly in front of me... so I had to say something:
Me: "Excuse me, miss? Please don't buy a drink."
Her: "What? Why?"
Me: "My friend Mike is buying your next drink."
Her: "What? How do you know that? Where is he?"
Me: "Oh... um, he doesn't know he's buying it yet."
Her: ... confused stare...
Me: "He was saying he thought you were attractive, but you went into the bathroom. I know that if he were standing here, instead of all the way over there, (see him, in the brown sweater?), he wouldn't want you paying for your drink."
She bought me a shot of Jim Beam... and Mike thought I was a walking god. 
Well, we're on our way down to the baeach... y'all enjoy the 40 degree weather.
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