12:31am: Stone crunches through a carnitas taco and sips his margarita, talking about having a hard time in the city the first few times he visited. "LA's a s**t city to visit," he says, "but an incredible city to live in. The beautiful thing is that it can be anything you want it to be. You can go to hipster-ville, or the beach, or Hollywood -- it can be whatever you want."
12:48am: We're telling Stone about how we recently saw a comedy show with Doug Benson smoking onstage at Largo while interviewing five of his friends. Stone is incredulous. "How'd they get away with that!?!?!" he asks. We tell him about vaporizers. He's wowed.
12:55am: Margaritas. Round two. And chips. Definitely chips.
1:03am: Mid-conversation, a woman walks past us in a far-too-small dress, with heaving, enormous, clearly fake breasts exploding out of her top. Everything stops. "She... uh..." Stone says. "God bless her!"
1:11am: Stone's thinking about his craziest LA night: "All of the craziest nights I've had in LA have been at a house party somewhere. LA closes so early -- I'm not used to it. I've lived in a bunch of spots -- but nowhere that stops at 2am. I'll give you a crazy night -- I've just got so many. I used to go out a lot. Not, like three nights a week..." he pauses. "Maybe two."
1:14am: "Just before I met my wife, I'd been with a couple buddies -- I don't remember where we'd been earlier, but we ended up at a party in the Hills. LA's one of those cities -- you never know what you're walking into. We ended up at this guy's house, and he had a band playing, overlooking LA. [We had] a lot of margaritas. I can remember trying to get home, and we got into an argument with the taxi driver at 6am. I was trying to explain to him where I lived, and he couldn't follow the accent, or I couldn't follow his. I was trying to explain where to go, and he just said, 'Get out. GET OUT.' We weren't anywhere close to where we could get another taxi. He insisted, 'Get out of my car'! F**K YOU!' He got so aggressive that I swore at him, he swore at me, we got macho with each other... and then the night ended with my friend yelling, 'HE'S GOT A TAZER!' We both ran up the street like girls... and then had a 45 minute walk home."
Not bad... but there's gotta be a crazier night, right?