There are two ways of dealing with almost any emotional problem a person can have in this world. The first is to simply change your perspective, look at things from a broader point of view, and see whether or not what's beating you down is really so insurmountable. The second is to drink liberally.
Or, even better, combine the two. That's where The Penthouse comes in -- a glass-walled hideaway 18 stories above Santa Monica, where perspective shift and sweet, sweet booze are yours for the taking.
Go at sunset. On a clear evening, you can see all the way down the neon caterpillar of cars on the PCH and out to sections of Catalina most people don't even know exist, where cliff spires normally hidden by smog reach up from the ocean like stone fingers. The crowd inside is mellow, unpretentious, without the aggressively overcool vibe you'd get at, say, High, Venice Beach's neighboring rooftop hotspot. Find a seat near the window (which is to say, almost any seat in the house.) Order an Apricot & Honey 75 -- a tangy riff on the French 75 where the gin, lemon juice and sugar have been forsaken in favor of apricot liqueur and honey syrup, then swirled in a flute of icy champagne. It's a simultaneously brain-warming and spine-chilling concotion, with a bouyancy that brings to mind Vienna waltzes or the wire-fu battles in a Stephen Chow movie, depending on how quickly you drink it.
Tell me this isn't, on some level, therapy.