Let the NBA Crash and Burn

Last night, my_bootay and I wanted to go see the Annie Liebovitz show at the Pacific Design Center. We left pretty late, so I knew we would not be able to find parking. Whatever. However on the way to it, there was a complete clusterfuck on La Cienega approaching the Beverly Center. Being somewhat intelligent creatures, we acknowledged that something was going on. What is was, we couldn’t figure out. I got impatient and started taking residential streets to avoid the traffic. After not finding parking, we decide we wanted food. Grand Lux Cafe sounded good, so we moseyed back over to the BC. Everything was ok until we tried to get in the parking lot. I had people cut into the turning lane in front of me to stop and talk to pedestrians. I was ready to murder. Actually I threatened two people’s lives. (Is that right my_bootay?) Something like that. Fine. We parked and moseyed to the restaurant. 1 to 1.5 hour wait. AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!! PF Changs looked full as did California Pizza Kitchen. We went across to the Daily Grill, same thing. Finally we settled for Johnny Rockets. We asked our server what the fuck was going on. In her cute Indian accent, “I guess some NBA players are throwing a party at Le Meridien, and everyone wants to drop in.” So fuck the NBA. Oh but the ordeal wasn’t over. Getting out of the parking lot was another thing. Actually it wasn’t too bad except for the fact that we weren’t moving. There was one guy who thought he would be smart and cut people off. Well he tried to cut in front of me, but I wasn’t having any of it. I was really close to getting out of my car and beating that guy upside his head. So remember kids, if the NBA comes to LA for it’s All Star break, do not go to the Beverly Center.