Ahh... last night went well in the sense that it started off with some much needed sleep and was followed by the lingering bloating of grandma's turkey meatballs (thank you tryptophan) which became okay with Sweet Stef's company and a small, but incredibly well-stocked gathering at The Standard over on the Venetian Causeway. Whilst I might continue bitching and moaning on the prices of drinks, I can't deny that young Miss Barbie hosts a good party. Patti, JD, and their pals were there; Meli D. and Sarah were there looking delicious the both of them as usual, The Damn crew was holding it down. Manny's unruly fro bopped along, Induce made a nice soundtrack for the night that made us all tap into our inner Negro, and I had the pleasure of schooling Handsome Dave and Daniel (DJ Hottpants) on the Scrabble board. Julian gets off the hook cuz it was his first time playing.
Then, of course, this wholesomeness deteriorated a bit over at the Sunset Tavern with their 2-4-1 special and a quick need of delicious red guys! And still, of the weekend's comings and goings, I can't shake out of my head the wonderful conversation I had with my pal Ernesto over at the Poplife party on Saturday concerning the influence of Zidane's career on our lives and the completely shitty end of an era his retirement means to us. The world is going to Hell. And it's doing so at a rapid pace... but, a new Radio Birdman recording should hit the shelves later on this year, and that might make things just a tad better.
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