If there’s one thing I lack, then it’s a memory for alcohol. I just can’t remember the names, mixes, glasses or fruit that adorn the liquored liquids. It’s not because I overdrink, but rather, it’s that I just can’t bother. Nonetheless, November proved to be a month in which I wandered through several scenes across Los Angeles that could be deemed “hot” in that they were places to chill with a drink in hand.

The rundown:

1) Le Cave in Newport Beach was a  fun spot. I remember I had a green drink in a martini glass–I’m going to guess apple? There was also a jazz band. It was nice that the music was in a separate room so that you could still hear your friends if you so desired.

2) I love how wine bars are popping up all over Los Angeles; I just prefer them to regular bars for more than a few reasons. Anyway, AH and I ended at Wine 661 in Santa Clarita. Very chill atmosphere and a friendly bartender/owner who willingly helped me fine that perfect mellow white wine for a weekday. We asked her if there were differences between the wine tastes of men and women, but the bartender said that she found no rhyme or reason to an individual’s preference.

3) For an AFFMA (Arpa Foundation for Film, Music and Art) event, AH and I showed up at Ca’Brea on Brea. Even though the crowd was mainly made up of Armenians supporting Armenian artists, the restaurant served Italian food. (Although, AH says the owners are Armenian. Cool.) We didn’t really eat. The bartender made some viciously potent, sweet and tart lemon something-or-others. AH and I wined, dined and schmoozed. Then we went to a restaurant in Silverlake wherein we shared a plate of French fries and a bowl of udon. While eating, our companions spied Dita von Tease eating at the counter. We broke into whispers, stared at here, then quickly looked away when she wandered by. One of our companions introduced himself on her way back to her seat. She was gracious. She wore a pencil skirt, boat neck top and a feathered hat. I guess she was just taking it easy.

That’s really all. A little muddled, but so it goes when alcohol, words and writers mix.