Brace yourselves:

Alright people. I really, really don't even know where to start. This weekend is so utterly eager to entertain you, it's standing in the wings praciticing jazz hands. You'd be making a grave mistake to hang at home.

Here are just a few things to keep you occupied. I would elaborate on each, but at the moment, I am sneaking this blog while the rest of the office is packing, in anticiaption of our move back to the glorious L.A. Times building downtown. What this means for you, dear comrades, is more hang-time for us all. Can I get a W00t? Thank you. Can I also get a sandwich? No? Dude.

Onward. What you're doing this weekend:

Friday:

Truxtop

Bukowski Fest

Saturday & Sunday:

Um, hello: Sunset Junction. Here's how to survive it.

Tofu Fest, the Fur Gallery and more options for non-Junctioners 

Video installation about kayaking down the L.A. Concrete Ditch River at Showcave

826LA's Mini Golf for Cheaters. (Vote Team Lone Pine, people. It's for the kids. Do it for the kids.)

Saturday night's got "The Red Shoes" at Hollywood Forever too. 

People, get out there. Get to it. Take pictures. We'll check back to make sure you're not home watching Xena in your underpants.

*UPDATE* 4:13 am
 

 
Had myself a Dewers and Diet at Truxtop, kicked it with Misha, plus our own Style Ryder and then high fived Jimmy Bleyer, who curated the show. 

But as the clock neared midnight, this Ward hightailed it downtown to hit the Broadway Bar for Metromix beeyotch Kimberly Waid's birthday.
 

I could have suh-WORN that they said her party was at the Broadway Bar, but I was simply Wardtarded: it was actually goin' down a block away at the Golden Gopher. I joined just in time to witness Miss Waid get her pout on and sport the most bitchingest necklace ever. Huzzah!
 

On the breezy drive up Western, Ward Patrol spotted some comrades at a little video-game peppered dive called Barcade, and rounded out the night witha solid 3.6 events attended. Not bad for a Friday.