L.A. is one of the party hotspots of the world (although most bars start kicking you out around 1:30 which is a far cry from NYC, Chitown, the Big Easy, Euroland, et al.- but let's let that go for a moment). It's easy, though, in this megaopolis to lose oneself so to speak- to get so carried away with debauching that one loses his faculties and takes on the part of a colossoal ass.

Why do I bring all this up?  Well, friends, let me tell you.

Last night we of the Laugh Calvin crew decided to go out on the town. Our destination? Beverly Hills, "that's where I want to be."  That's where we were- kickin it with some actually very non-pretentious  fun people of L.A.  Now we were at a fine establishment named the Crescent where the martinis flow like an Appalachian stream and one of the bartenders is actually that guy dancing in the flat in those Diet Coke ads (and he is actually very cordial if you ask him about it- which we did).

Anyway, we had staked out a sort of upper one-table dining room with a view of a good portion of the lounge. Quite a spot, I must say, where much scoping of the crowd could take place. Our crew being small in number, and we, being in a libation-induced gregariousness, decided to beckon some strangers to our VIPesque environs.

Well, all was going well (making new friends, sipping cocktails,  taking in the scenery) when the forementioned ass decides to make his presence known. How so? By bodysurfing headlong down the length of the 12 foot table.  Now, I must say in the ass's defense that he was egged on by the rest of us. However, no one in their right minds would've ever thought he'd do it. It's just that he wasn't in his right mind or any mind for that matter. Not that being twelve sheets to the wind excuses anyone from this behavior. But then, we all know that, don't we?

The craziest part about all this (actually 2 things): 1. nobody from the Crescent caught wind of this even though there were a large number of witnesses and 2. the bastard ACTUALLY DID IT AGAIN! There is nothing like watching a man so innebriated he beomes temporarily insane; a man so void of sense he will do or say anything (of course the doing and saying can be a bit difficult when one's motor capabilities are nearly nil).

Hey, we at Laugh Calvin like to party as much as the next guys. But- you've got to draw the line sometimes. Losing absolute control is something you do during hazing rituals for Phi Delta Gamma. However, as supposed adults that kind of behavior is a no-no.

So, have fun but be safe. And remember, the Greeks really had something there with that "all things in moderation" idea. Seek out that happy medium.