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Sip Happens: The Los Angeles Edition

8 days

Easy

From Glendale to Venice, sip your way through LA’s best breweries - between improv classes, AK-47s and karaoke delights. It’s the only trip where tasting flights come with side orders of cults chaos and questionable dance moves.
  • Imagine eight days where every morning begins with “Wait, did that actually happen yesterday?” and every night ends with neon lights, strong cocktails and questionable dance moves. This isn’t just a tour, it’s a glorious mashup of crime stories, cult museums, dance classes, AK-47 target practice and more breweries than your liver bargained for.
  • Lunch might be chili dogs at Pink’s, dinner might be tacos under a B-52 bomber and dessert is always another beer flight at a craft brewery with a ridiculous name like Grandma’s Sock IPA.
  • By midweek, you’ll be pole dancing in leg warmers before lunch, brewery-hopping in Redondo Beach by afternoon and rage-smashing plates with baseball bats by evening. Along the way, you’ll bump into wannabe actors at the Roosevelt, has-beens at Chateau Marmont and influencers blocking traffic on Melrose while you photobomb their TikToks.
  • It’s chaotic, it’s hilarious, it’s slightly unhinged — and by the end, you’ll have more stories than sense. As anyone can take a vacation but only Tipple Tours gives you a holiday that starts with “So, there was this AK-47…”
What's included?
    • Accommodation: Tipple Towers which consists of walls, beds and possibly neighbours who’ll regret staying next to us.
    • Transport: so you can drink like a local without driving like one.
    • 3 breweries daily (tasters included): technically a balanced diet.
    • Local  & Tipple Tour guides: powered by sarcasm and craft beer.
    • Return airport transfer:  You can fly home relaxed with a heart full of memories.
    Exclusions
      • Flights: unless you’ve figured out how to stow away in the luggage hold.
      • Meals: we assume you’ll be too busy drinking your calories anyway.
      • Drinks: tasters are foreplay, pints are commitment.
      • Optional Evening Chaos: drag karaoke, rage rooms, pole dancing, probably jail. Totally worth it but it’s up to you.
      • Insurance (seriously, get insurance): explaining “pole-dancing injury in Los Angeles” to your doctor back home will be awkward.
      Please note
        • This isn’t a wellness retreat. The only green juice you’ll get is a Midori sour.
        • You will embarrass yourself. Possibly pole dancing, possibly karaoke, possibly both at the same time.
        • Instagram vs. Reality. Yes, you’ll get photos at the Hollywood Sign. No, you won’t look sober in them.
        • Optional activities aren’t optional. You’ll say “I’ll just watch,” but five shots later you’ll be throwing axes like a Viking.
        • You will lose things. Probably a shoe, maybe your dignity, definitely track of how many IPAs you’ve had.
        • Locals may stare. They’ve seen it all before but they’ll still roll their eyes at your conga line.
        • You’ll leave with stories. Most start with “So there was this AK-47…” and end with “…and that’s why I’m not allowed back in Koreatown.”
        What to bring
          • Aspirin & electrolytes – your real travel companions.
          • Comfortable shoes – you’ll lose one but start strong.
          • Stretchy pants – for tacos, hot dogs and “beer yoga.”
          • Sunglasses – for the blinding LA sun…and hiding hangovers.
          • Phone charger and backup battery – 80% of your photos will be blurry beer selfies but you’ll want proof.
          • Costume of choice – optional but it helps when conga-lining down Sunset.
          • Insurance documents – try explaining “injured during keg squats” without them.
          • Your dignity – actually, leave it at home. It won’t survive Jumbo’s Clown Room.
          • Space in your luggage – for tacky LA souvenirs and the shame you’ll try to pack on the last day.