Donna in Hollywoodland

The Groundlings

After work, I met up with a friend over at The Groundlings on Melrose.
We are both Actresses, and so we have been wanting to catch a performace at the Groundling Theatre.
We each ended up parking on a side street along Melrose. It was very dark and cold out.

We met at the boxoffice, got our tickets. Then we walked around Melrose looking for a place to grab a quick bite before the show.

We found a Mexican restaurant, that looked like a pizza joint in a way - there was a bar in the middle. And numerous people were at the bar.
It looked so much like a bar, I first asked "Can we order food here ?"

We sat at one of the tables - and all the tables had the really high bar stools.
It was loud inside - there seemed to be a TV going, and it was turned up high.

So we ordered quesadillas - and even though it is freezing cold out, we ordered margaritas for some reason.
As we drank the margaritas, they burned going down. And I noticed that I had not even drank a fourth of mine and I was getting alittle tispsy.
My friend commented "Gee its cold out, and the margaritas are icey - they burn going down."
I was starting to get suspicious. I think they were made super strong on purpose.
I skipped the rest of the margarita, and started to sip the water only.

Just then I noticed a guy at the bar. In about his early 30s.
And every few minutes, he would turn around and give us a really dirty look.
It happened about 3 times. I turned to see if there was a window or a tv behind us, to see what he was looking at. Because I couldn't figure out why he was looking at us.
My friend wondered if we were talking to loud, and I said "But they have a TV going."

The last time the guy turned around to give us a dirty look, I noticed the woman sitting next to him grabbed his arm as if to stop him from coming over to our table.
And the woman happened to be our waitress.

I said to my friend "Lets get out of here. There is something going on. This place is just to weird for me."

So we took off, and got to the Groundlings early.
We hung out in the lobby, collecting flyers for acting classes and chatting about the different improv places in Los Angeles.

The Groundlings show was a really funny improv. The place was full, almost sold out. It was their long-form improv.
The Groundlings Theatre is also actually one of the best places to take Improv classes in LA.

After the show was over, I insisted that my friend walk me to my car - and then I would drive her to her car.
It was way to dark out, and it seemed to be to many strange things going on that night.

Labels: acting, hollywood, losangeles, theater, theatre