According to it’s Myspace page, The Happy Ending is not your “typical Hollywood dive bar.” I’d verify that fact, and also add “it’s much worse.” The Happy Ending actually made me sad. Similar to those random bugs you find in your dirty apartment, or fratty room that smells of barf and beer, I like shady places. You’re more likely to find me in the corner of a dark bar with no dress code and stiff cocktails over a club with DJ (insert cool name here) and flashing lights worthy of a thousand epileptic seizures. I guess I’m a dive bar kind of girl. I don’t know exactly why, but maybe it has something to do with the fact that the people in a less pretentious setting generally happen to be cooler, and they don’t start conversations by asking me if I’m an actress. At that point, I’m already more inclined to pour my drink down your shirt. And let’s be honest, my love of a shady bar probably all stems back from USC…home of the most infamous college dive bar, otherwise known as the 9-0.