364 shopping days till the weekend...
Your Perks: exclusive VIP access to a Gatsby-style New Year’s Eve with cocktails and flappers in LA’s historic Union Station. You’re also getting a 100% custom suit to start off the year right, and a three-bottle supply of the hangover-slaying drink, LyteShow. It’s like military-strength Gatorade.
Yesterday, it was cider with the family. Today, it’s whiskey at the track. Santa Anita is offering unlimited tastings of five bourbons and whiskeys today, along with endless prosecco, live music and some horses moving fast on the first day of racing season. What a difference a day makes.
The Getty has some good art and stuff, but Saturday, your team is here for a Watson Adventures scavenger hunt—there’s a fake murder you can only solve by running around the museum, piecing together da Vinci–inspired clues. You can stroke your chin thoughtfully while running.
Yes, the Little Door’s a classic French spot. And yes, they’re randomly throwing such a big mod-Brit party for New Year’s Eve—with four courses of oysters, Dungeness crab and Maine lobster, plus go-go dancers and live music—that it’s spilling over into Little Next Door. Another British invasion...
“Gambling, yes—Vegas, no.” Four beautiful words that sum up Picca’s Bond-themed, black-and-white-garbed casino party on the last day of 2013. Expect an open bar, craps and blackjack on the mezzanine—and prizes like gratis meals. The house always bets on llama.
The scene: Stella Barra. (Both of ’em.) The day: January 1. The crowds: completely in pajamas. Just this once, that’s okay. There will be bottomless $5 Bloodys and mimosas in Santa Monica (and they’re bottomless for $10 in Hollywood), presuming you’re dressed appropriately. By which we mean inappropriately.
