I couldn't not

I spent a long day at work/play here at Metromix HQ, and with the best intentions, proclaimed I was headed home, and straight into bed. No. Going. Out.  

But all it takes are a few drunk dials on my voicemail and a coercive text, and suddenly I find I'm wiggling through Hollywood side streets peering down alleyways for some elusive party in a parking lot behind Zankou Chicken.

I followed the noise to a dim alley, where a man in a Security windbreaker slid open an iron gate. I wandered past a rented porta potty flanked with impatients, and into the back end of the lot. A stage was roped off, and Eastside trio The Front (the singer of which I find highly canoodle-able) was just wrapping up a sweaty set. Someone was grilling cheeseburgers, and there was free beer everywhere.

Low-tech two-piece Restaurant began to bang on their suitcase drums and licence plate symbols, but the will to stay upright was lost, and I finally had to head off. 

The kicker: I left 5 minutes before a fire dancer arrived. A dude, dancing with fire. Fireballs on chains swung around like flaming maces.  Why must humans sleep? Why?!

Crazy:

Double Crazy:

Then Yvette spun tunes in the parking lot: 

Photo credit:Yvette Dudoit