Where are we, anyway?

It's been a while, my apologies.
However, I'm back with a whole slew of new spots...
Starting with an new spot discovered during an adventurous girls' night out.

After some spectacular star-gazing at a house with futuristic telescopes in La Canada, we set off to find a place called Airliner for a cd release party/concert of a band I'd never heard before. Usually these kinds of outings can mean disaster - either getting hopelessly lost (yes, it's still possible in the age of mapquest) or listening to 30 seconds of a musical debaucle and packing it in for home. But the Saturday night gods were on our side last night. As we drove down the 2 over to the 5 exiting and merging all over the place, we found ourselves in front of the spot - the Airliner. My pilot and I looked at each other when we got off the freeway and both wondered where the hell we were in Los Angeles. Local signage didn't help - all the non-government signs were in Spanish and none had a neighborhood in the name. Later research (this morning) says we were in Lincoln Heights, apparently. Anyway, once inside, it didn't matter what part of town we were in because the Airliner was packed with all sorts of fun folk. The easiest to spot were the all-girl Kiss cover band, but the rest of the crowd was great too. Even the drunkiest boys couldn't spoil the evening. The bands that played were great and the half outside-half inside venue meant we could maintian a perfect temperature. Not too sweaty not too shivery. Aside from the ladies bathroom being a bit of a disaster and the usual "what does a girl have to do to get the bartender down at this end?" wait for a beer, it was neat-o.