The Parlor in Santa Monica seems to be a place where 20somethings go to relive a college experience they never quite had.
As the Lakers crowd filtered out, a drunk guy continued to lean on the bar.
To my friend: You have a nice smile.
To my other friend: You have a nice smile, too!
To me: I like your earrings, but it looks like you never comb your hair.
I swear, I do not make this shit up. It's like the time at Lubitsch the round guy with the accent and black-framed glasses asked if he could lick my shoulders.