HELLO PARTY PATROL
Now I know it’s a little unorthodox to have my first party patrol away from the beach. BUT being that it was VMA weekend, it only seemed fair to get this party started right. So we are headed to the hills!
The night began with extremely high hopes, as I was continuously reassuring Jeff that Hollywood parties could be fun and were not always cliché. We were directed to park in the Beverly Hills library lot, where we would then ride in limos up to the party- seemed simple and luxurious enough.
Pulling into the parking lot around 10:30, we drove past an enormous line and up three levels. As soon as we parked we were greeted by a beautiful convertible red Ferrari holding two fake blonde fake boobied mindless barbies, who immediately started a yelling fight with two girls who parked “too close” to their expensive car. WELCOME TO BEVERLY HILLS BITCHES.
Jeff and I trying not to laugh too loud, made our way to the “VIP” limo line. Apparently if you got an invitation to this party, you were a “VIP”. Here comes MISTAKE #1, how the hell are limos supposed to be continuously shuttling back and forth when it’s hard enough for 2 normal size cars on these roads. Of course a 40-person hummer limo got stuck going up the hill and blocked the entire road… Duh!
Now waiting in line with the rest of the “VIP’s” became epic/entertaining eaves dropping material. Abut half way through waiting a light bulb went on; we have become the generation that lives to be seen, rather than embracing the moment in which we are living. Every person was nose deep in their phone tweeting about their situation rather then simply turning to their side and voicing their thoughts (and when they were saying how they felt, they were reading their friend their most recent tweet). All emotion went from their heads, through their fingertips and to the voice of new media: Twitter, facebook, BBM and so on…
After waiting 1.5 hours to get into the limo, then to another 20 mins sitting in a limo traffic jam, we said fuck it, collected a crew, and walked up the hilly driveway to this infamous mansion party. I must mention the intentions of this party could have been amazing. When inside the limo we were accompanied by a “BBM” girl who handed us menus where we could then “BBM” our food and drink orders and have them ready and waiting for us upon our arrival. Would have been nice if the limos actually made it up the driveway.
This mansion was every bit as spectacular as described, but walking up to an already long line to head back down the hill wasn’t completely reassuring. None the less when we had FINALLY arrived at 12:30am and walked around the corner to the long red carpet, sure enough the party was poppin’. There were bars placed all around the 4 levels of the backyard, and after grabbing 2 Red Bull Vodkas each we were ready to explore.
First lets note the great details of the party:
- Great alcohol was being served (A+)
- BBM girls walking around with delicious pineapple shakes (A)
- Food, surprisingly not impressive (C)
- Big projection screens all over the party where people could BBM messages to be shown (A- great commentary)
- Down stairs by the pool were huge cabanas that no one was taking advantage of… weird (A)
- Big ball room with a private performance from Ne-Yo (A)
- Last but not least…no cell service @ a BBM lounge party? (B-)... Not an F because it was incredibly humorous to watch people freak out the entire party because they couldn’t find service.
After getting our drinks, our first adventure was getting down to the “private” level. So acting like we knew what we were doing, we cruised right down into the guesthouse. Well, apparently it wasn’t as private as we thought, and the guesthouse was filled with it’s own “private” party… So once again we said F it, made our way back up to the madness and kept exploring.
Heading back up to the ballroom where Ne-Yo had just begun performing-it soon became the happening place to be in LA. The word on the street (and the huge projection screens) said that everyone was over the Deadmouse Sunset Plaza party and heading to the hills.
Just after the performance and when we were about to bounce out, of course we run into my LA rage PIC Becs! We hung at their table for a few, before we started our adventure home…side note, who gets a table at a private party? Haha only in Hwood.
Making our way back to the shuttle line, for the 3rd time we said F it, followed a random crew that looked like they knew what they were doing, and walked down the hill to try and find a ride. After walking ½ a mile down an incredibly steep hill in 6’’ hills, we hitch hiked a ride in an escalade with the creator of the Brazilian Blowout. It ended up being a great ending to our night that came with a free cut, style and blow out at his salon upon my next visit.
BBM Lounge was definitely the happening place to be and be seen the night before the VMA’s. Besides the overlooked shitty transportation situation, the party was a great success. I would give this party a 3.4 GPA
