Ward on the...highway

Despite all the beautiful redonkulousness happening this weekend, the Ward hit the road solo for an excursion to the wilderness of Nothern California.  

At present, I am writing to you from a cabin in the middle of the woods. The American River is gushing over boulders in front of me. It's so gorgeous, I keep assuming it's fake. Also, I hear there are copious trout in this river, and really, I don't care if bloodthirsty mermaids were chillin' it in-- I'm going swimming tomorrow morning.  

But I've dispatched troops to peep into all sorts of madness this weekend, so stay tuned for photos and eyewitness accounts of Zombie walks, Flip Cup tourney action and more.

Also, stay tuned for my blurry account of Metromix's first ever party, which went down amid a packed, sweaty house at the Avalon's Club 82 Friday. Holy vodka, it was good times:

Mr. Amir Kenan demonstrates the art of The Doublefist 

Miss Ward demonstrates its effect

 Check back for more photos of increased ridiculousness. Now, back to kickin' it riverside...

Ps- In the woods, they have bugs; my glowing Mac screen is currently attracting a moth rave.