The Weekend of Ward
Why happy Monday, my esteemed comrades! It's been an eventful time in Los Angeles. I myself have been busy turning one year older and eating large portions of this ice cream cake:
As for this weekend, it was filled with much Angeleno randomness. First, Sean Carlson from Fuck Yeah Fest sent a text out regarding a house party in the deep, leafy goodness of Echo Park Saturday night. After scaling steep hills and getting our car stuck on the side of a mountain, we enjoyed a set by the lovely Moonrats (as pictured in this, The Worst Photo Every Captured), followed by a set by Brother Reade who, lacking any room for a stage, simply wormed into the crowd and performed mid-mob.
(Moonrats, above.)
When it got packed to the point of people bribing their way into the bathroom line, a gaggle of charming urban hippies decided to split. At this point, we all determined it would be a good idea to have a bonfire like hobos. I'm not sure if dismantling a matress frame and burning it without a permit on the fringes of downtown is illegal, but if it is, please don't tell anyone.
So Saturday night ended with our new "free spirited" comrades playing some sort of mouth harmonium (our pal above mastered the theme to "Beverly Hills Cop") ...then it was bedtime for The Ward.
Until next time,
