
Last night was a mystical misty magical whoop whoop. Went to the beach for some huge [and shitty] photo exhibit. Total fucking yoga pants. But the friends! The vibe! The puke!
There were no less a variety of twenty delicious appetizers floating around. Tiny cream cheese ice cream cones. Holy Crap!

The celebrity porta-potty was popping off. Laurence Fishburne! Darryl Hannah!

This is Sheriff Shelly. She is an intense ball of energy. She also took the two pictures of me and Arlie.

Eden and Van , two more party animals. So great.
Drove back to the E x P for pie.

Pre pie.

Post pie.
It's a full moon tonight. It's Friday the 13th as well. Mind yourselves.