In Search of a Sugar Daddy, Part 4: Cruisin' Down Sunset

Well we promised her, and we all finally had a free Friday night, so why not? We'll go to Laugh Factory and then maybe have some dessert at Le Petit Four and then come back. CW had totally different plans. She quickly vetoed Laugh Factory in favor of walking the strip to "see where we get in." We decked out into our club gear, making sure to be a little bit more revealing than normal (it WAS Sunset!), but any efforts we made were quickly negated. We may as well have been dressed like Grandma's when we saw what CW decided to wear. She stepped out of her room dressed in her painted on jeans (again!), and this odd top, that was basically just a long piece of glittery fabric that tied at the neck and covered her boobs. She was totally backless and baremidrift. Wow.

We get to Sunset around 10:30 and figure out where to park the car. Then, per CW's instructions, we were supposed to walk up and down the strip and try to grab the attention of as many bouncers as we could. Bouncers did pay attention, especially to CW, but those bouncers still wanted to check our IDs. ID's that would have clearly indicated that we were not yet twenty one. So we just continued walking up and down the strip, trying to ignore guys that called over to us, pulling CW away from a group of guys that told her to get into their Hummer, and still sizing up what clubs or bars may be lenient to our cause. Then, a group of girls called out "Hey girls!" to us from their souped up SUV. CW, in her conceited state, decided to respond to them with "Hey bitches!" That was the WRONG thing to do.

Now, let me tell you a bit more about these girls. When I say they souped up their SUV, I should clarify. Basically, they removed the wheels to their vehicle and replaced them with those of a monster truck. They were big girls: stocky, not exactly fat, but certainly sturdy girls, with hair dyed so that if it naturally should have been blonde, it was brown, and vice versa. Not one of them was attractive to us in any way, yet they clearly were interested in us. Angered from CW's response, the girls decided to pull over their SUV in the middle of Sunset Boulevard, right in front of Whiskey A Go-Go (obviously not caring that they were blocking all traffic in one direction), jump out of their car, run up to CW, get in her face and say "What did you just say? What did you just call us?"

CW, in her new found courage, responds back "I said 'hey bitches', can't y'all hear?" Oh GOD! Then the leader (and most grotesque girl) of the pack pushes CW. CW, a bit stunned and at loss on what to do, decides to lift up her hand and using her five inch nails, scratches this chick across her face. At that moment, the rest of us knew we couldn't hang around there anymore. We took off running, heels and all, down Sunset Blvd. When CW saw that all her friends had taken off, she started running after us. The big girls jump back into their SUV and start following us down the street. There was no way we could out run them if they were in their car, and our car was on the opposite end of the strip. Four underage girls running down Sunset being chased by that scary group of girls in an SUV -- we had no where to go.

Tomorrow, I'll be recapping my weekend adventures in Philly. The conclusion of "In Search of a Sugar Daddy" will be posted on Wednesday.