Let me set the scene for you. I go to sushi with my friends Erin and Artem at some dive on Santa Monica Boulevard. Brendan, coming from the Equality Awards at the Beverly Hills Hotel, meets up with us in full on black tie. We decide to go to The Abby, so we all pile in Erin's early 90's BMW station wagon, which curiously has a built-in car phone with a cord. This is a photo of a hot mess hanging out the window with a wine glass in hand driving down the boulevard, the cord wrapped around his neck screaming, "SELL EVERYTHING I TELL YOU!" And this was just the beginning....Gotta love West Hollywood.