Working at Party Earth has totally morphed my view of my city for the better, making me ever excited to explore the endless destinations that I’m now familiar with. But by far my favorite part of the job is getting to stick it to all those people that said I couldn’t combine work and play.
I once went to an intimate music venue on the Sunset Strip to do a review, and purposely planned it to coincide with the performance of a small punk-rock band I liked. Upon arriving, I skipped passed the hour-long line with pen and pad in hand. I got the details that I needed while rocking out ten feet from the stage with a jack and coke at my side. But the best part was that the lead singer of the band had seen me jotting things down during the show, came up to me afterwards, and assumed I was writing a review of them, not knowing I was actually there for the venue. So in his efforts to impress me, he started buying us all rounds of shots, and the next thing I knew I was partying with one of my favorite up-and-coming bands, stumbling arm in arm down the Sunset Strip, singing drunkenly at the boggled onlookers, getting to live like a rock-star for the night just from doing my job.
I’m most keen to rowdy bars and live music, so in that sense I am a bit of a hybrid of Emma and Lucas, but I love a decadent atmosphere and electro DJs stuffed within a classy establishment, so there’s also a strong bit of Jonah and Adriana running through me depending on the night.
I’m surfing in the South Bay or Malibu depending on the swell, then grabbing a breakfast burrito from Benito’s, followed by some reading and relaxation at the Terrace Café at the Getty Museum. After that I’m off to the rooftop pool at the Standard for a tan and a drink. I’ll clean up, head out with my boys to a rock show on the Sunset Strip, followed by a late night electro DJ set at the Avalon or Dim Mak Studios.