As many of you know, I have started a Christmas tradition in Los Angeles that involves costumed critters running rampant around the city, getting insanely drunk and bringing holiday cheer to various watering holes, alehouses and tap rooms. In the inaugural 2007 edition of MouseMas Eve I donned the mouse costume, drank at Little Joy in Echo Park with Phoebe and Sari and Leon, and had a really good time. In 2008 Leon incorporated a lion costume, and we hit up the Cahuenga corridor, dancing our asses off and singing karaoke at bars like Big Wangs, Beauty Bar, Burgundy Room, Kitchen 24 and more. In 2009 we traveled from 7 Grand downtown over to Jumbo’s Clown Room for some late-night strip club debauchery. Last year there were transexual pixies, a rabbit, a cow, and about a dozen other friends joining the mouse and lion on Christmas Eve.
For the 2011 experience we wanted to do something new and unique. Since the Metro is free on Christmas Eve, we trained-it up to NoHo and convened at the Federal Bar before hitting various stops along the Red Line. I think. I blacked out somewhere between the first and second bar, and the rest of the night is a blur. Luckily there are plenty of pictures and videos capturing the insanity. Our group this time around numbered close to three dozen. To watch the video of us overtaking a train car in Hollywood is a thing of beauty. So much drunken revelry…it’s like a supermassive ball of energy hurtling through the city. Fossil fuels would be obsolete if some scientist could find a way to harness the sheer force of our drunkenness. We were an army marching on Los Angeles. A plague upon Hollywood, infecting and finding new hosts. growing our horde. It was magic. It gave me so many good ideas for next year. This little experiment of mine is prime to go viral, and I think I know just how to do it. Unfortunately we’ll have to wait a year before I can enact my plan. Until then, here are some choice photos from MouseMas Eve 2011.
Our night began at Federal Bar in NoHo. As you can see, this year began with a mouse, a lion, a giraffe and a cat.
More costumed critters joined us along the way, as did way more hard-partying friends.
After a tall glass of Indian whiskey, a few beers, a shot of tequila and a shot of whiskey, I decided to
intrude on this family dinner. I made sure to mind my P’s and Q’s here, but the really nice family who
owns Di Carlo in Los Feliz weren’t so lucky. I stumbled into their restaurant even though the sign
on the door clearly said “CLOSED”, and proceeded to have a very long conversation with them.
Tyler caught the whole thing on video, and I think I’m speaking complete gibberish. How I didn’t
get arrested is beyond me.
The best thing about this picture of an Asian family asking me to hold their child for a picture
is that Jon has video footage me taken about 60 seconds before this happened where I can clearly
be seen falling down a flight of stairs. Behind me, Jessie can be seen mouthing the words, “Oh my God.”
The few times we hit the Metro were the highlights of the night. And I say that as someone who
doesn’t remember any of the train rides, but has seen video evidence that they indeed happened.
I was like Tarzan, swinging and climbing all over the train cars, jumping into strangers’ laps
and keeping everyone amped up and singing various Christmas carols.
Typical street corner in Hollywood, chatting with tourists, generally freaking people out.
Powerhouse. This guy (with one eye!) actually carried a photographic portfolio of all his TV appearances.
Also I think he said he was homeless. I don’t remember. Erin spoke with him mostly. She also invited him
to Christmas dinner the following night but he didn’t show up. Typical. I think he was on The Golden Girls.
If there was one comment I kept hearing the next day about my ability to stay on my feet and not pass out, it was that
I was barely capable of walking, and I usually lagged really far behind the bulk of the group. I think it’s pretty
cool that at every misstep I took there was a photographer there to capture it on film.
You should’ve seen the look on this guy’s face when I snuck up behind him and peered over at him to say “Boo.”
The Frolic Room. I don’t even remember drinking here but I guess we did!
There I go, climbing around again. No idea what I was doing. I think I was trying to impress the cute bartender.
Dance party at the Frolic Room.
Ben might have been as far gone as I was. But he can’t compete with the amount of spilled liquor on his costume.
Nate’s rosy red cheeks are the cutest thing ever, aren’t they?
Ladies love cool Mouse.
The photos seem to stop in Los Feliz, but from what I gather we went to at least two more bars, The Drawing Room
and Good Luck bar. The only details I remember from those two stops were that I momentarily lost my phone, and at
some point we got Katherine a taxi and she smashed her face into it trying to open the door. We’re a classy crew!
Void – Black, Jewish And Poor [MP3]
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