THE ENABLER
When the Enabler wants to hunt for (or with) the ladies, we head to the drama in the LBC, combing the garish hovels along Pine Avenue and batting our eyelashes for free drinks from desperate potential amours. And there are so, so many along Pine Avenue’s “meat market row.”
However, when we tire of white University of South Carolina (that’s what USC stands for, right?) baseball caps and wolf whistles, we walk to the East Village Arts District and drink martinis at the House of Hayden.
Decorated like a gothic surf shack, with chandeliers, brick walls, leather booths and surfboards suspended from the ceiling, the House of Hayden is where Dracula might hang out if he belonged to Phi Sig. Mortal bloodsuckers abound though, and on weekends the place fills up with Drakkar-scented locals (women in leather boots, men in tight black T-shirts with studded bracelets and silver wallet chains).
We keep hoping to run into Snoop on a wife-date, but a more typical night ends with the Enabler wandering the halls of our hotel while our friends make out with strangers. Drama indeed. 421 E. 1st St., (562) 435-5699
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