Miss Alie Ward hits the street for the city's most intriguing means of recreation, including (but not limited to) roller discos, zombie walks, art openings, beer pong tourneys, science lectures, urban tractor pulls, and literary salons...Then she tells you how awesome it was.
The Ward looks ahead:
So, I woke up at 5:06 am. Bafflingly alert, I then went for a 6 mile run, and cut my bangs. Predictably, I am now coming down like a tranquilized racehorse.
I just ran into an LA Times comrade in the cafeteria, and he asked which 2.7 events I was attending tonight. Without thinking, I rattled off the Hammer Bash closing party, maybe a stop into the Scene for the "Now Blog This!" show with the Deadly Syndrome:
But because I would fail a field sobriety check from pure fatigue, I hereby declare my intentions to loaf around in track pants. You heard me. I'm staying in, saving my soul for a wicked weekend of:
Young drunkards, indie rock and Bob Odenkirk: together at last
Chicks in mini skirts killing each other,
half-naked pool parties, and maybe even
a little bit of peyote dance mania at the Ford.
For now: MacSleeperstein von Wardenhoffer
By tomorrow: Hyperpants o'Wardenstein
Just say no to 6 mile runs at dawn,
The Ward
Miss Alie Ward
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