so i love beer, sometimes. i just really can’t do hard liquor. bacardi plus walking to dodgers stadium was not the recipe for awesome… but a couple shocktops and samples of my friends’ margaritas later and i was goooood again. it was the first time i successfully substituted alcohol in lieu of cannabis and though i didn’t prefer it, i was able to be social and silly and not sloppy. i was pretty fucking classy to be honest. i’m a cool bitch.
anyway. before the game we accidentally found the only fucking 7-11 in los angeles that doesn’t stock alcohol. why don’t they put that ON THEIR BUILDING OR SOMETHING AFTER WE SUFFERED YOUR TINY PARKING LOT AND EVERYONE BACKING OUT ONTO A BUSY PACKED STREET
then we almost side-swiped another car on glendale boulevard. yesterday on the way to the airport, X (our driver) decided to ignore a stoplight while traffic coming from the right had the right of way. the classiest 20 seconds of our life on the road.
after the dodger game while stuck in traffic on glendale, we insisted on blasting hip hop and our über driver not only obliged but ended a freestyle rap verse that ricardo started with the line “… and we took über hooome!”
every time i go to LA now, i’m getting to know the area better and am having increasingly better experiences as i’m able to explore more. it’s a great place to see, but i have to resist its temptation because los angeles is like cocaine.
so yeah, beer is fucking good.