That's a close parking job.
As we were walking up the stairwell, we were greeted by the harmonious sounds of Bit of Change.
Before we got there, the boys were drinking wine in a candle-lit room. How romantic.
And then they were also pouring hot dripping wax on each other. How romantic...
Stephen's hungry.
So we walk down the block and Stephen grabs some curbside tacos. Not so great. You should have went with the dirty dogs.
We took some drinks to the apartment rooftop.
Went back inside to mess with the drumpad. Pretty fun.
Daniel (and Bruce) and their acoustic version of Umbrella.
And we lag...
Emo.
We finally get out of the apartment to head Downtown.
More emo. Damn Adam, looking good.
Waiting for the subway. Hard to believe, but L.A. has a decent public transport system. It's only flaw is that it stops at midnight.
We head over to La Cita.
Feels like a Hype Williams video. Or Belly.
Nice picture Bruce.
This was seriously the most Mexican bar I've been to (no racism). The lone Chin-o aka Chinese person (yes racism).
Not gonna lie though. The spot is hot. Here's some footage of Bruce getting down.
We leave to check out the pirate bar a few blocks away. But it was closed. Daniel picked up a new sovenier. Hey cutie pie!
And Stephen decides to play Paperboy.
This jackass was throwing newspapers all over the place.
Adam the good samaritan.
Back to La Cita.
Stephen came back with a plate of the crappiest nachos in the world. But somehow, this broke the ice between Adam and some girl in a red beret. Finally Adam breaks his hitting-on-lesbians streak.
Looks like the Beez Wax/PWA crew hit this spot up before. Wuttup Drew!
Jasmine and I (the non-drunk ones) sat on the sidelines while the others got wasted.
The bar closes, but Stephen doesn't get the memo.
Instead he sticks around like a groupie, hoping that he's invited to the afterparty. He's not.
We finally leave the bar. Daniel kept walking away from the group and would go missing for 20 minutes.
Sloth.
We take a taxi back home. Stephen kept yelling directions in Spanish to the cab drivier but we in the backseat were constantly correcting it. Halfway back to the apartment (after the $10 stop at Taco Bell), we find out that the driver doesn't speak Spanish. Stupid Stephen.
Some of the drunken carnage by Cesar and Stephen.
I'm pretty sick of these drunk bastards by the end of the night.
Poor Bruce. Sorry I side-checked you and busted your kneecaps.
I hate L.A.
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Disclaimer: Daniel and Bruce were both drunk during the performance of Umbrella. Hence, the video blows.
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