This weekend was nuts.
I feel like I packed in what I would do in a three week span into 72 hours.
Friday, we went to Laurel Hardware for din, mosied to the Hudson for a way-too-sweet mule, then gallivanted to the Phoenix where I was once again disappointed.
It doesn’t do anything for me, except that the game Connect Four is on all the tables.
Irina and I soon discovered we are the champions of this game.
Eventually on Saturday I made it to a nail salon, where I met a yorkee named Bacon who made out with his owner for a little too long.
Next, Cammie and I drove down to Newport Beach to celebrate our friend Natasha’s birthday.
I survived, but the others were not so lucky.
Cams and I cured our headaches with Chronic Taco and drove back to LA.
Then I nearly blacked out/had a panic attack/fainted, as I was surprised with tickets to go see The XX at the Hollywood Bowl.
It was so incredible and I need to find a way to go to the Hollywood Bowl at least once a month.