These photos were taken @ Karaoke Bleu over the past five months with our Blackberries, which aren't very ideal for photos taken in dark, smoky places.
This Friday I'll be moving back to my former neighborhood in West LA. In fact, I'll be living just a block from where I used to live before I'd moved to Playa Vista. As much as I enjoyed the suburban peace and quiet - not to mention the one-mile commute to work - I missed the convenience of West LA. The convenience of living close to the 10 and 405, which is the travel hub of SoCal. The convenience of having awesome Japanese restaurants within short driving distance. And, most importantly, the convenience of being a few blocks from Karaoke Bleu.
I used to live within drunken staggering distance from Karaoke Bleu for years. But it wasn't until I moved away that I started going there with greater frequency. In other words, it became my local dive bar only when it was no longer local.
Don't ask me why, either. It makes absolutely no sense. It is the only indoor place I can think of in the United States where it's somehow fucking LEGAL to smoke. So in peak hours, it's legally infested with clouds of nicotine, which sucks for a non-smoker like me. It's a karoake bar, which means they're handing microphones to a steady stream of drunk-ass, loud-as-fuck, obnoxious assholes (sometimes that drunk-ass, loud-as-fuck, obnoxious asshole is me). The manager is often a Nazi about seating: the entire bar can be completely empty, but they still won't let two guys sit at a table for four. They have a drink minimum charge.
Can't wait to move back!
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