I’ve been working diligently on stories for this blog, but in the meantime I want to invite you to check out some of my early posts.
Excerpt from “Best Friends and Broken Hearts” (To read the full story)
With a white picket fence and a gingerbread trim that closely resembles the old-timey, old-money feel of Cape May, New Jersey, despite being located in the hippy town of Venice, California, The Victorian is a historical site located between the heart of Main Street and the picturesque coastline. Well-known as a Westside hotspot for small weddings and family brunches, it’s also famous among the coastal yuppies who flock, usually after 11pm, to its Basement Tavern. Located inconveniently around the side, through the back and down a flight of creaky stairs that ultimately lead to…well…The Basement, I always feel a little bit glamorous, as if I was descending to a 1920s-esc speakeasy, even though the place itself is more like a regular bar than a scene from “Midnight in Paris.” However, what I love about The Basement is the dark, east coast feel that’s elevated by dim lighting, rich wooden interior, and a vast array of plush, antique furniture that provides privacy for groups and trouble for couples. It’s also worth mentioning that a band who often plays there is called, “The Devil’s Box,” so needless to say, The Basement had the ability to bring out the inner sinner in all of us, which is exactly what happened on one particular night when my rambunctious group of long-time friends were brought together to welcome our mutual friend, S* to California with copious shots of whiskey, sappy toasts and yells of “Opa!”
Photo: Taken by me this morning (10/27/14).