My friend Rob is coming into town again to shoot a commercial, and is staying at his favorite place (and LA’s most underrated fancy hotel): The Sunset Marquis.
Rob is a producer through and through, already having planned tomorrow from the moment he steps off the plane. Burgers on the way to the hotel and margaritas by the private pool. (In a baller movie, Rob has the Sunset Marquis keep crates of his things in storage, including a bottle of Casa Dragones tequila.) Then he’s preordered severely overpriced sushi from Sushi Park that Rob swears will be the best meal I’ve ever had. Then we’re going to meet a director for drinks outside Black Market Liquor Bar.
I’ve got my nephew watching Ricky so I can spend the day guilt-free. Day-drinking free.
