More of my misadventures from Los Angeles.
[My previous story](https://www.reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/6iil32/my_introduction_to_california/)
There will be a little bit of set-up here but I’ll try and get to the good parts quickly, so bear with me please.
Through work I met a guy named Jerry and helped him out in a big way, mainly because it didn’t inconvenience me too much and he seemed like a nice guy. He was adamant about returning the favor so we swapped phone numbers with him promising to get in touch with me. I had no belief he that he would though, it’s an L.A. thing but low-and-behold a week or two later he texted me and asked what my plans for Labor Day were as it was only a few days away. I was off work and didn’t have any plans and told him as much so he invited me to the pool party at the Standard Hotel on Sunset. I hadn’t been to the Sunset Strip yet but I was aware of it and it’s notorious nature so I agreed and told him I’d be flying solo which he claimed wouldn’t be an issue.