The California Club
It seems Marisol is the only reason I wear these things.
It’s ok though, because last night it took me to an amazing steak dinner and open bar at the California Club. (open bar dude) What is the California Club you ask? Only the oldest gentlemen’s club in southern california! Women weren’t even allowed in till 1987. They made it a full century with no broads in their fancy shmancy club. B-A.
It was pretty awesome. Good wine and cocktails, 3 course dinner, servers everywhere. Nothing in life is free however, my cost was having to shmooze it up. But it all worked out. And I was incredibly proud of Marisol. Apparently she’s the future leader of the food industry. When the shit hits the fan and chaos rules the streets…food will be the second most important commodity. Right behind weapons.
