After I got fired from the crepe place, the next job I got was at the famous Rainbow Bar and Grill on the Sunset strip. Before it was the Rainbow it was the Villa Nova restaurant where stars like Judy Garland, Marilyn Monroe and Joe Dimaggio hung out. The Rainbow is one of the clubs on Sunset where famous musicians would hang out back in the day; people like John Lennon, Mick Jagger, the Doors, The Who, Led Zeppelin, Motley Crue and Guns and Roses to name a few. I got hired as a cocktail waitress and after my first night, the owner told me I needed to dress a little sexier. You have to understand that I didn’t really get how far looks and slutty-ness can take you in this city. For example, when I would go to dance auditions, I would wear clothes that I was comfortable in, even if they were ripped and raggedy. It was a dance audition and I thought I’d be judged on my ability like they do on the East Coast. But I would show up and all the girls were in full hair and makeup, with heels and fishnets like it was some kind of fashion show…or hooker stroll. It confused me for a long time. I didn’t know how to “work it.” I still don’t.
Anyway, so I show up to the Rainbow the next night in shorts, boots and a tank top. Sexy, right? They put me upstairs in the bar area and it got so unbelievably packed that I couldn’t make it through the crowd with a tray of drinks. I heard that they paid off the fire department so that they could break the fire code for maximum capacity. It must have been true because trying to serve drinks in that place was impossible. Most of the drinks ended up on my shirt from getting constantly bumped into by dirty rocker guys and slutty rocker chicks. If you’ve ever seen Bret Michaels “Rock of Love,” that is the clientele of the Rainbow. I got so frustrated that I walked up to the manager and told him that I had to leave immediately because my brother was in a car accident. This was before cell phones, so I have no idea how I would have found that out. Maybe I had a pager. Remember those?
And I know people think you shouldn’t say things like that, but I have no problem doing that. I don’t believe that just because you say it, it will happen. My brother is alive and well. I also have no problem using death as an excuse. Many of my relatives were dead long before they actually died according to the lies I felt were necessary. For example, when I was in high school one of my teachers planned some stupid class trip to Baltimore to some aquarium and I didn’t want to go. I don’t know why, I just didn’t. So I told my teacher that I couldn’t go because my aunt died and I had to go to the funeral (at my own house.) She called my mother to offer condolences for her dead sister, even though I know she was just trying to bust me. Naturally, my mother, who NEVER lies, told her the truth. The cool thing was that my mom didn’t make me go. She figured if I’m faking people’s deaths to get out of something I must really not want to go (all of my grandparents have had multiple deaths).
By the way, I never went back to the Rainbow as a waitress after that night. The next time I was there I was with Slash and his solo band, “Slash’s Blues Ball,” but I think it would have been better if he called it “Slash’s Blue Balls.”
More on that later…
Happy Friday! Have a cocktail…
By the way, that’s not me with Slash.