justsayfaux

went out last night to a subvert art/music benefit show, saw a couple cool bands. amber, joor and i met up with juan and erin there and headed out to meet up with the SGSac kids over at the press club. it was cold as shit and the line was long and full of bro/brahs so we collected our gallant heroes greggster, roxymonoxcide, and mxpxfish, and sped away to the depot and continued to get our drink on. afterwards our stalwart warriors were famished from a night on the town so we hit up some late night grub at Lyons. once at the fine dining establishment we were rejoined with our thought to be fallen warrior wrenchmade. he assured us his party would be in full effect and he was rewarded with a cup of coffee and the finest french fry i had to offer, after an uncomforatable exchange in the urnal stale with my new best friend i never knew i had (or wanted) we decided it was time to throw down the cash and get the steppin. greggster and i rolled back to my pad and surfed the internets for quality humor, information and up to date news. realizing the interents were simply not up to our standards we decided to recharge our 'rock batteries' with a little rest. so ends a long and wonderful evening with the sacto kids, hosting our guest roxymonoxcide in her valiant return to the land of ice and snow (relative to santa monica anyway).

gay pimpin: fiasco - happy hour


ps- this morning i went out to my porch to chat with my dear friend greggster and have my morning cancer stick and discovered that despite our noble attempts to get the party going, someone may have out partied us in close proximity. the evidence? take a gander: