After I had some friends over at the house and kicked them out at 8, Neeraj, Stephen, Michael and I went up to LA and met up with some other friends for a little house-warming/holiday party.
Marian made these sugar-free "green" velvet cupcakes. They weren't that bad guys.
Lil and Mike finally making amends, over a t-shirt. Dumb.
Stephen doing his best Biggie impression from Mo' Money, Mo' Problems.
"V" for "Victory" Jasmine? Nope, #2. That's jacked up B.
"Hey Jomo, we'll give you $40 if you do a suicide."
It's been a while since I've done this. So my main concern was whether or not I still could get the height in my hop to make it all the way around. I mean, there was a chance that I could break my neck and do some serious damage. But for $40 bucks? I'm in it to win it!
Here I go!
Success. I didn't die. Just a minor bruise on my lower back. I swear it doesn't hurt!
Fun! (Substitute for "crackin'")
A throwback to that moment at Hephatha. Where's Brian Park to ease the tension?
What's wrong buddy? Did you lose a baby during your volunteer shift at Kaiser?
Awesome place Ray! Thanks for having us over.
Seriously, what is your deal sometimes Steve?
Neej x Stephen x Ray x me x Bruce x Jasmine x Michael, aka the homies.
Typical wasting of time outside. We're trying to figure out where to eat.
And my night is complete.