Tongal’s Rock Stars converge in LA for the 4th annual Tongies!

Last week I awoke from my winter hibernation to travel to LA for Tongal’s annual award ceremony, the Tongies.  I always have fun at the Tongies but the team really knocked it out of the park this year.  The theme for 2017 was “Rock n’ Roll” and the nominees and guests really did get the full-on, rock star treatment.  We out-of-towners got to stay at the W hotel in Hollywood which was obviously very amazing.  But the hotel happened to be about 200 yards from the awards show venue so everyone was able to walk there in like 5 minutes.  And let me tell you something, if you ever want to feel like an actual rock star, I recommend you walk out of the W hotel and then head down Hollywood Boulevard in a tuxedo.  Everyone does a double-take as you walk by.  You can see from their faces that they’re thinking “ok, that’s got to be somebody, right?”

One of the great things about The Tongies is that the festivities are actually spread over two days.  My girlfriend, Carla, and I arrived in LA on Wednesday afternoon.  Then we went straight to The Grove to have tacos with a friend at a place named Loteria Grill (try the red snapper tacos!)  On the way out we saw Guy Fieri filming a cooking segment at an outdoor restaurant that was not a Drive-In, a Diner, or a Dive.  Then on the Lyft ride back to the W, Doug Benson walked right past our car at a red light.  Carla yelled some excited gibberish at him and he smiled and patiently listed to her gush about DLM.

On Wednesday night we were treated to a super-fab welcome party in Santa Monica.  Here are a few pics:

That’s me and my ladyfriend in her rock-STAR outfit.

I know it might seem weird that I took a picture of purple macaroons but those were some damn good macaroons.  And I’m a macaroon expert so I know what I’m talking about.  Seriously, we actually had lunch at the Grove just so we could stop at a popular macaroon shop.  (The ones at the welcome party were way better and not just because they didn’t cost $3 each.)

The next day we took it easy and explored West Hollywood.  (I found so much free drug paraphernalia!)  Even though the Tongies were happening 5 minutes away from the hotel, Carla and I were still about 20 minutes late.  So no one was there to scream for us as we walked down the red carpet.  But we still had plenty of time to drink and eat and drink and chit-chat and drink.  As we were sitting at our table I looked over towards the bar and saw a big, happy, familiar face.  It was Dan fucking Aykroyd; my goddamn comedy hero.  He was wearing a tuxedo and chatting up the girl manning the ice sculpture/shot luge like he owned the place.  I assumed he was an invited guest but it turns out, he wasn’t.  The Tongal top brass went and introduced themselves and polity asked what the heck he was doing there.  D.A. said that he actually DID own a piece of the place and he had noticed that Tongal had booked the space for three years in a row.  I guess he looked up the company and liked what he read because he decided to stop by and show his support.  He even asked if he could say a few words to the crowd.  When Mr. A got on stage, he gave a genuinely exciting speech about filmmaking and the need to respect creatives.  (He also plugged his Skull Head vodka but I would have been disappointed if he hadn’t.)

The non-Aykroyd events that night were also pretty fun and exciting.  The show opened with a totally bananas contortionist act and ended with a performance by pretty much the best Led Zeppelin tribute band in the country.  In between there were lots and lots of awards.  As always, the videos that won Tongies were all brilliant and/or beautiful and/or funny.  You can watch all the winning entries here:

And now for more pictures!

So as you can see, a wonderful time was had by all.  As always I had a I’d like to thank all the amazing people at Tongal who made this whole thing possible.  (They know who they are!)  You are now and forever shall be my favorite online crowd-sourced video platform.  Rock on my friends….rock on.