Yesterday my excellent, excellent friends surprised me with a birthday party at Nitehawk Cinema, where they’d rented out a theatre for a private viewing of Bellflower. There’s nothing quite like watching apocalyptic, car-fueled menace while eating a cheeseburger and doing shots of bourbon.
If you haven’t seen the film, do so immediately. It’s a bit of Mad Max, a bit of Judd Apatow, and a bit of drunkenly punching yourself in the face. And flame throwers!
Also, no birthday would be complete without a brief tribute to Hugh Grant, whose framed portrait inexplicably occupies Nitehawk’s basement bar.
If you’d like to buy me a birthday drink, you can do so tonight at Lolita. I’ll be DJ’ing with Jason Diamond and ringing in my 30th in a drinking establishment named after an old man’s obsession with a teenager. Fun!