My weekend was pretty crazy. It involved a killer 1st Fridays in Venice where there was a free keg of PBR, as well as a live jazz band playing swing music. There was even a Swamp Man dancing on stilts at the party. I swear, I’m not making this up and I don’t think I was tripping. In fact, I waited behind him in line for the bathroom. It was awkward.
And saturday night, I went down to a birthday bash in Hermosa Beach which involved sand, two 24-slabs of Coronas and excessive use of the term “slide off”, as well as one particularly offensive use of the term “spread” (as in, “he wants her to spread”). But compared to the chat I had with my friend this morning, my weekend was looking pretty lame….
Nice.
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