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The blogspot Z crew went to The infamous Hotel Cafe on Saturday. Why is it infamous? The story involves a previous visit, Jensen Ackles, too much Shiraz, bicep touching, and a $50 offer for some alleyway fun. Combine any two of those items listed and you've got a scoop.
Now that I've seen the public nature of that alley, however, I think the offer should be upped to a cut of the profits from the door.
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gilligan2755 's abode. scaperanya had a family function that would delay her arrival, so gilligan, pippinlove and I went out to grab some dinner at a local burger eatery that served such exotic dishes as buffalo and ostrich meat. Taking her role as public relations master seriously in anya's absence, pippin made sure the burger guy kept on his toes and served us not only burgers, but compliments as well. If you ever go to The Fix, try the rodeo burger. It makes your breath smell like Dean after gargling with Ruby's special mouthwash, but it was good. As were the sweet potato fries. Yum!
We returned to gilligan's to await anya's arrival, and filled our time watching "Proof of Purchase", featuring a young, half-naked Ackles in a cage, looking menacing. This was gilligan's favorite part (credit for image goes to DarkAngelFan.com)...
Tummy table for two?
It was a fine dessert.
But, with the three women I hang out with, visual sweets are not enough, so we dropped by the 24 Hour Kitchen (?) across from The Hotel Cafe. We each had an Oreo cupcake and assorted non-alchoholic beverages. It was so Hollywood, it had it's own dj, for Pete's sake. It made me wonder if I really needed to have musical accompaniment when eating sweets. It certainly made my iced tea more of an event.
The clock struck 9:45 and pippin panicked, so she went over to ensure we had standing room in the Cafe for Steve's show at 11:00. Yes, 11:00. About ten minutes later, we were on our way to join her!
We chatted in the lounge until about 10:30 I had a midori sour and I do not reccommend that experience to anyone. I might as well have been licking the ink cartridge from a Xerox machine. Yuck. Our eagle-eyed PR rep pippin saw Steve mingling with the "crowd" about 10 feet away. It was dark, so it took me a few minutes to make out the hair and finally agree with her.
We squeezed our way into the room where the music was playing and managed to hear the end of the previous entertainer's set. I think his name was Tom Freund. He and his groupies had a fondness for rougish chapeaus, which added quite the flair to the listening audience. It was like being surrounded by advertising executives from the 1950's stuck in the bodies of stoner college students.
At last, Mr. Steve Carlson made his way onto the stage...and spent the next 15-20 minutes setting up. I'm not sure I'm patient enough to be a groupie. Maybe I should drink more. The good news was, with the ending of the first show, a seat opened up across the room, and using my ninja stealth skills, I beat another woman to the table by nearly climbing onto the stage to take the shortest route, and then throwing my body and my purse across the seat. That wasn't too obvious, was it?
Mr. Steve was looking very dapper in his black Converse tennies, which happen to be a kink of mine (along with Padalecki painting in that movie I shall not name in knitted wear, and sweaters - preferably argyle. If you can throw in boats, you may just make me explode). I had a moment where I wanted to ask if he could somehow position his Converse clad foot somewhere near his guitar, but that would devolve into fetishism and would be very unseemly for an upscale blog like this one.
Hey, have you seen the porn posted on this site, yet?
Carlson imitates the mating call of the Ackles in lederhosen.
Though, having the opportunity to stare at Mr. Steve for the next hour, I realized something - well two things. 1. He had cut his hair, which I highly approved of and 2. he has the body of two different men. It's like they cut a line-backer and an accountant in half and glued the switched pieces together - linebacker on top, accountant on the bottom. It really makes me want to see the other guy - top half accountant and bottom half line-backer. I'll bet he's a dancer. It's an intriguing experiment.
Onto the music! I hadn't heard him since the LA SPN Con and I liked him even better this time. I think it was the more intimate atmosphere. I didn't feel like I was waiting for the appendectomy to begin. You could feel the music vibrating the chairs which made it a lot like horseback riding and apparently just as enjoyable for some of the crowd. TMI?
Visceral vibrating for the win!
Again, pippin earned her creds by spotting Jason Castro, the dread-locked American Idol loser. Not as in he's a loser, but that he lost American Idol. I think he and Mr. Steve had a hair bonding moment from across the room. Locks o'love, man...locks o'love.
Little leather wrist cuffs, for those light bondage days when you're feeling less than fresh.
Overall, awesome experience. If you feel the desire to listen to anyone you've heard at an SPN convention, I would suggest going to hear them in a smaller venue. It's an entirely different sensation. The undertones of the harmony reminded me very much of an early Miles Davis, with the slightly piquant flavor of a hardened Gene Vincent.
Yes, I made that up. I'm not musical enough to say much else except that I liked it.
To cap off our evening, guess what? Pippin almost got run over by Daryl Hannah! Okay, so I can't officially say it was Ms. Hannah (I didn't think so), but other witnesses claim it was. And since that makes a better story, let's go with it!
vroom-vroom
The blogspot Z crew went to The infamous Hotel Cafe on Saturday. Why is it infamous? The story involves a previous visit, Jensen Ackles, too much Shiraz, bicep touching, and a $50 offer for some alleyway fun. Combine any two of those items listed and you've got a scoop.
Now that I've seen the public nature of that alley, however, I think the offer should be upped to a cut of the profits from the door.
We started out the evening at
gilligan2755 's abode. scaperanya had a family function that would delay her arrival, so gilligan, pippinlove and I went out to grab some dinner at a local burger eatery that served such exotic dishes as buffalo and ostrich meat. Taking her role as public relations master seriously in anya's absence, pippin made sure the burger guy kept on his toes and served us not only burgers, but compliments as well. If you ever go to The Fix, try the rodeo burger. It makes your breath smell like Dean after gargling with Ruby's special mouthwash, but it was good. As were the sweet potato fries. Yum!We returned to gilligan's to await anya's arrival, and filled our time watching "Proof of Purchase", featuring a young, half-naked Ackles in a cage, looking menacing. This was gilligan's favorite part (credit for image goes to DarkAngelFan.com)...
Tummy table for two?
It was a fine dessert.
But, with the three women I hang out with, visual sweets are not enough, so we dropped by the 24 Hour Kitchen (?) across from The Hotel Cafe. We each had an Oreo cupcake and assorted non-alchoholic beverages. It was so Hollywood, it had it's own dj, for Pete's sake. It made me wonder if I really needed to have musical accompaniment when eating sweets. It certainly made my iced tea more of an event.
The clock struck 9:45 and pippin panicked, so she went over to ensure we had standing room in the Cafe for Steve's show at 11:00. Yes, 11:00. About ten minutes later, we were on our way to join her!
We chatted in the lounge until about 10:30 I had a midori sour and I do not reccommend that experience to anyone. I might as well have been licking the ink cartridge from a Xerox machine. Yuck. Our eagle-eyed PR rep pippin saw Steve mingling with the "crowd" about 10 feet away. It was dark, so it took me a few minutes to make out the hair and finally agree with her.
We squeezed our way into the room where the music was playing and managed to hear the end of the previous entertainer's set. I think his name was Tom Freund. He and his groupies had a fondness for rougish chapeaus, which added quite the flair to the listening audience. It was like being surrounded by advertising executives from the 1950's stuck in the bodies of stoner college students.
At last, Mr. Steve Carlson made his way onto the stage...and spent the next 15-20 minutes setting up. I'm not sure I'm patient enough to be a groupie. Maybe I should drink more. The good news was, with the ending of the first show, a seat opened up across the room, and using my ninja stealth skills, I beat another woman to the table by nearly climbing onto the stage to take the shortest route, and then throwing my body and my purse across the seat. That wasn't too obvious, was it?
Mr. Steve was looking very dapper in his black Converse tennies, which happen to be a kink of mine (along with Padalecki painting in that movie I shall not name in knitted wear, and sweaters - preferably argyle. If you can throw in boats, you may just make me explode). I had a moment where I wanted to ask if he could somehow position his Converse clad foot somewhere near his guitar, but that would devolve into fetishism and would be very unseemly for an upscale blog like this one.
Hey, have you seen the porn posted on this site, yet?
Carlson imitates the mating call of the Ackles in lederhosen.
Though, having the opportunity to stare at Mr. Steve for the next hour, I realized something - well two things. 1. He had cut his hair, which I highly approved of and 2. he has the body of two different men. It's like they cut a line-backer and an accountant in half and glued the switched pieces together - linebacker on top, accountant on the bottom. It really makes me want to see the other guy - top half accountant and bottom half line-backer. I'll bet he's a dancer. It's an intriguing experiment.
Onto the music! I hadn't heard him since the LA SPN Con and I liked him even better this time. I think it was the more intimate atmosphere. I didn't feel like I was waiting for the appendectomy to begin. You could feel the music vibrating the chairs which made it a lot like horseback riding and apparently just as enjoyable for some of the crowd. TMI?
Visceral vibrating for the win!
Again, pippin earned her creds by spotting Jason Castro, the dread-locked American Idol loser. Not as in he's a loser, but that he lost American Idol. I think he and Mr. Steve had a hair bonding moment from across the room. Locks o'love, man...locks o'love.
Little leather wrist cuffs, for those light bondage days when you're feeling less than fresh.
Overall, awesome experience. If you feel the desire to listen to anyone you've heard at an SPN convention, I would suggest going to hear them in a smaller venue. It's an entirely different sensation. The undertones of the harmony reminded me very much of an early Miles Davis, with the slightly piquant flavor of a hardened Gene Vincent.
Yes, I made that up. I'm not musical enough to say much else except that I liked it.
To cap off our evening, guess what? Pippin almost got run over by Daryl Hannah! Okay, so I can't officially say it was Ms. Hannah (I didn't think so), but other witnesses claim it was. And since that makes a better story, let's go with it!
vroom-vroom
