Don't be a jerkface.
Usually in Hollywood, they are. And until lately, at Hotel Cafe, they had nice dudes at the door. No jerkface bouncers allowed.
But in the past two years or so...they haven't been that impressive.
Tonight, it could have been that I was on a high from meeting Dooce or maybe it was my Dirty Thirty confidence, but the bouncer was overly nice to us.
So nice in fact, that we got in even though it was sold out and he didn't even officially count the cash I handed to him for cover...he just trusted me.
Thank you Mr. Bouncer Man. You are my sunshine for today.
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