Grammy award winning actress, author and musician Amy Grant once said that “anybody who’s ever gone through a hard time – any outsider’s perception, no matter how much information they’re given, they have no idea what the person’s life is like.”
If such is true, however, and applied to the context of Hollywood, then it can also be assumed that almost anybody who routinely sport the smallest outfits, haunt the trendiest bars and storm the velvet-roped lines of clubs filled with inebriated temptation also have no idea what their own lives are like; since they likely never lived them to begin with. Eventually, usually before the night is out, such ‘players’ will feel the cold, sober hand of reality slap them when bouncers refuse admittance, ignore the $4 bribe or eject them from the line in such a way that they could just as easily experience going though a hard time by being slammed to the floor, or losing consciousness by way of fist.
But in all honesty, who could blame these party animals? Known far and wide for her “Hollywood Hype”, the City of Angels is filled with people who imitate fiction and become experts at avoiding reality by living the night life; immersing themselves in booze, butts and excessively strong cologne that whispers a good vibe but screams desperation.
Indeed, the very sight of these VIP-wannabes on Hollywood boulevard could easily serve as yet one more attraction for our fanny-pack totin’ tourists looking for celebrities – or at least those who could act like one by nightfall, as the sad truth of reality is that the odds of the average Joe “making it big” in this city are just as high as it is for a snowball attempting to the same in hell.
And for one night, yours truly became such a snowball when the lovely ladies of the Live Loyal PR invited me to what has been rated as the 4th hottest nightclub worldwide: the Playhouse in Hollywood. Needless to say, this was an offer that no self-respecting, moral man like myself could ignore given all the sin that the place offered!
One critically important social risk that people should always be aware of (in order to avoid looking like a loner) is to NEVER party alone – always remember to bring anyone of similar or younger age by your side if possible. And thanks to my girl Taylor, I would not be at risk of such a threat as I would have friends like Donna who came along to party it up. For men, having a group of 3 or more beautiful women by your side not only increases your own perceived value, but also increases the likelihood that the prior noted, arrogant bouncer will suddenly let you in given the ladies become your leverage to cutting the line and hitting the front door.
After crossing Playhouse’s glass-doored threshold, our trio was guided to sit at what we called “the owner’s table” which provided an endless supply of drinks, beautiful women (the more, the better!) and attention from our Concierge Director, Tanya LeAnne Gonzales. As we drank, chatted, and then drank some more, I took notice of all the sights and sounds that the club featured. Living well up to its name, Playhouse had everything from sexy music, drinks and girls to Go-Go dancers and more.
Although my night at the Playhouse was well enjoyed; again, the reality is that getting into such a place does not come cheap nor easy in any way. With entrance fees ranging from $10 – $40+ and drinks averaging in the cost of $300+ per bottle for a trio of 3 or more, the costs of actually living the illustrious nightlife that Hollywood projects could easily make a rich man poor in just one night.
However, if you are one of the lucky few who bear a disposable income and credit card that knows no limit, Playhouse is located on Hollywood & Wilcox Ave in Los Angeles, with additional information found at www.playhousehollywood.com