Last weekend can be summed up in one very appropriate word: drunk. So drunk.
On Friday a friend came to town and we decided that we were going to be responsible, stay in and catch up. That decision went very well for approximately 30 minutes. Then I was all 'hey, have you noticed my wine collection' and ended with a few, ahem, bottles consumed and 5th grade style texting dudes we went to college with. All of things were done while wearing my 6 inch stripper shoes because well, they light up and that's just a good time. Also, shiny things are awesome. The end.
Somehow the next day I was up early and feeling good. My poor friend, not so much. I was deeply thankful I felt human as I had to go on a day long beer tour of downtown Los Angeles. I know. It's really tough being me sometimes. I knew the day would be a shitshow of awesomeness so I decided public transportation was the only way to go. On my way to the subway I spilled iced tea all over myself and had to rush home, change and find an alternate way to get downtown. And that's how I ended up in jorts on a city bus. It's cool. I judge me on that too. I will say this however: I have discovered a bus that essentially leaves from my doorstep and drops me feet away from some of the best bars in LA. This may be my undoing.
But, I arrived, jorts and all and met up with my people. We then went from bar to bar to bar to bar (and bar) trying all of the beers. Dudes, there were a lot of beers. A lot of amazing beers, to be exact, but yeah... a lot of them. We laughed. We met strangers. We found a photobooth. These are a few of my favorite things. Oh, and the strangers we met had a valid suggestion: keep a running tally of how many beers you've had so you can congratulate yourself later.
Well done, me.