Spotting a small, but rowdy crowd, we go over to investigate. It's go-go goddesses Helen Su and Jeri Lee. After an exchange of quick hugs and pics, we head off to the THQ booth/bar to check out the new Juiced 2: HIN game. Surrounded by drinks, demos and drooling boys pining for Ursula Maye's autograph, minutes disappear and soon it's time to leave. We make one last stop at the Babe (filled with, uh, babes) Blvd. booth to say goodbye to Steve, Dennis, Melissa Reign and the gang and make for the exit, but not before running into RJ DeVera and the Dunlop crew. Afterparty at the Gaslamp, anyone?
Walking to the car, I ask the question I have been dreading all night: "So, what'd you guys think?"
Bracing for the worse, Steve suddenly responds, "It was tight! Let me know when you're going to a Nightshift again."
Relieved, I smile and say, "Word? Well, we ain't even done with tonight yet. We still have to go to the afterparty."
But that, for legal purposes, is a whole other story I'm keeping to myself.
Getting Gassed
Answer this nightlife analogy: Los Angeles is to Hollywood as San Diego is to ________?
(Correct answer: Gaslamp Quarter)
Simply known as the Gaslamp for the area's gas-lit street lights, it's eight city blocks packed with more thrills than a Shamu show. Filled with shopping, dining, movie theaters, nightclubs and beautiful people, if you're ever in the Day-go area at night, make sure to peep this district. It's more wild than the San Diego Animal Park, sans the rabies vaccination. www.gaslamp.org