Eight hours after ending a tea party, I was done with being a lady. Though I was still wearing my tea outfit, I hit Hollywood Thursday night for a bit of electroclash and cosmopolitans flavored with raspberry-flavored Stoli vodka at the Beauty Bar. Stoli is my favorite vodka, but too much of it on an empty stomach can turn any lady into a tramp. I convinced Drummer Girl and her close friend to help me forage for food. We ended up at Huston's Pit Bar-B-Cue, which is located next to a parking lot a couple of doors down from the Beauty Bar. I didn't feel out of place as I had grown up in South Carolina, where barbeque, yams and collard greens are staples on the school lunch menu. But it's not every day that you get a girl in a white blazer rolling up her sleeves, pinning back her hair with a silver barrette and tucking a paper napkin under her chin before she dug into her pork sandwich and potato salad. I managed to keep my shirt as clean as the ivory Mercedes-Benz that was parked right outside of the steel bar-fortified restaurant window. The barbeque was so tasty and tender that Drummer Girl even had to order her own.
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