Hey! A couple of weeks ago in California, I experienced something I wouldn’t even dream of. It all started at a festival in Pasadena called Make Music Pasadena. My friend from New York was playing at the festival and near the end of his bands’ set, someone came on stage to sing with them. I had no idea who this dude was but they seemed to have fun. After the gig I met that dude, his name was Matt.
Matt invited my boyfriend and I to come to his after party in Los Angeles. Of course we joined him, as Pasadena is one of the least exciting cities I’ve ever visited, and because this after party sounded like it could be fun.
When the band wrapped up, my boyfriend and I left. I got a text message with the address and we called a cab. When the cab arrived, it ran me over so naturally we had to order a new cab. About 40 minutes later we finally were on our way to this mysterious place somewhere in Los Angeles, not too far away from the festival we were at. The cab driver stopped the car, we paid him and didn’t have a single penny left.
This after party was in the Los Angeles hills. We couldn’t find it at first, until we heard someone say “Hey! You’re the first to arrive”. This kinda reminds me of Jay Gatsby’s parties in the book called The Great Gatsby. Mysterious, no idea of what’s coming next and no clue of who the host it. Anyway, we walked up to his garden and Matt was still busy preparing for the party. He told us that he likes to organise these kind of garden parties. The year before he threw about 20 parties in the summertime (if I recall this correctly). Still, I had no clue of who this guy was. Maybe I am too young to have recognised him.
He placed a vinyl in his record player and by the time this happened, the first guests arrived. Everyone brought drinks and some even brought snacks. All of them knew each other so of course the boyfriend and I felt a bit left out. His advantage was that he’s in his thirties, which was basically the minimum age at the party. And there I was, 21 years young and at least 13 years younger than the average age. But who cares! I was in Los Angeles at some weird, but fun party having the time of my life.
Matt told us he was born in Thailand and told us some more about his life. He was super hospitable to us even though he didn’t know us and the one person that did know us, arrived a couple of hours later than us.
Then Matt took out two wooden steep boxes. Each of them had a hole in the middle. The boxes have to be about 15 yards away from each other and the goal is to throw all of the three little bags into the hole. There are two teams consisting of two persons. You throw in turn, so only one person per team per round is able to make points. I’m double jointed so throwing a straight line is pretty difficult for me. Needless to say, I sucked at this game. And it probably didn’t help either that I was drunk from all the vodka. My teammate and I surprisingly won the game (I don’t know how we managed to do so, but – thank God I guess? – the point counting system is incomprehensible and you can just throw them carelessly). This meant we were still in the game. The next round we were out and after this I gave up. Throwing seemed like mission impossible.
I took a nap in Matt’s music studio on a very comfortable couch and by the time I woke up, my friend had arrived. He brought me more vodka, sweet things but at that point completely unnecessary.
Couple of hours later, I believe it was 1 AM, it was time to go home. The party wasn’t over yet but I was worn out and so were my boyfriend and friend. My friend gave us a ride back and we immediately fell asleep in the motel in Pasadena.
Two weeks later, towards the end of our road trip I looked up some reviews of Make Music Pasadena. Apparently that dude called Matt is an actual public figure. Ever heard of the band called Weezer? Yeah, Matt = Matt Sharp. I checked it, he was born in Thailand and the picture looked an awful lot like him. So Matt, a guy who formed that band called Weezer back in 1992. Guess what? They have over 3 MILLION likes on Facebook…
I thought I had a pretty cool story, but my friend whom I’m currently staying with in London overruled me. What did he do? He played with his band at Prince Charles his house.. Their job was to scare every celebrity/person from behind the bushes. Now that’s something you don’t get to do every single day!