We're pathologically social. We're professional leisurists. We're burrito lovers, bar flies, art whores and music nerds. We dish the good dirt, and we'll risk a parking ticket for a cheap sample sale. Sometimes, we blog drunk.
You. Pants. Now.

The weekend is upon us, comrades, and the last thing I want to see is my beloved allies rumpled on the couch, in a dark room watching golf.
I know you have it in you to be drunk/happy/entertained. There is hope. So please accept these options as my intervention.
Young drunkards, indie rock and Bob Odenkirk: together at last
Chicks in mini skirts murdering each other,
Ghettoglossing with crucified bunnies
and maybe even a little bit of peyote dance mania at the Ford.
Now find some pants, lovlies.
Warmest regards,
Dr. WardSpecializing in Non-Lameness
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