last saturday my good friends over at matador travel, headed by ross and ben had a soiree of epic proportions at the 111 minna spotty spot. these fiestas are always a good time for all and this one was no different. it also raised hella cash for underprivileged kids, more specifically giving many an opportunity to fulfill dreams and travel somewhere, anywhere really. so kudos to my friends who i swear are assholes but apparently there is a big heart hidden under all those insults they fire at me on the daily. fuck you guys, good job.
this was also carrie's final final final night in the city and we were all determined to send her out to pasture with a bang. so we headed to the party, paid for a bus ticket for someone and started to immediately rock the fuck out. in addition to the ripping tunes there was some sweet art lying around and my friend diener managed to not steal something from this party, congrats joo! basically we danced and lurked real hard for a bunch of hours until i was outside smoking and some heads yelled at me that they were going to my house for the after party. huh, i don't remember a party at my house but fuck it conor, just go with it. looked up at the moon only to realize that it was about 130 and we were the last ones at the place so we fired into a cab and forced him to stop at a corner store to score some libations to keep the crew hydrated between sets of chromeo and the indigo girls and ace of base. mission accomplished and we danced our pants off into the wee hours, per usual.
ross lurking and ben with brother in front (ben has the schnazzy cap on). thanks again guys, good times.
bretstar on the far right was in town from laguna brah and he looked special. ya buddy!
this guy is the biggest asshole i know. only gotten worse since he moved to socal. fuck you diener, i love you lots. he is clearly creepy as fuck too.
so there were way too many good pics to leave shit out so i just threw em all up. instead of captions you get this sentence that is going absolutely nowhere, lucky you! basically the inside the party good times with the elusive nicky seegs and his trademark dance moves crushing ass. and carrie trying to stare into my soul and possibly knock me out with a textbook headbutt as well.
there was a photo booth that we absolutely owned. i mean domination at the station people. evan, you have fully lost your fucking mind. congrats. i heart it a lot.
this is the collection i like to call, "we all smoke so here we are outside", what you guys think? sucks, ya right. you love it. i mean, did you see ben fuller? fucking sj legend, 408 bitch!
as they say, after the party is the polk street living room. i had so many funny things i wanted to say about these photos here. mostly about rourke and his dead man walking face and zach morris jogging outfit but it is friday afternoon and i am on my way to the giants game so come up with something funny on your own for once, fucking leaches. stop slacking! safe travels and a heart felt goodbye to carrie, one last time. you shall be missed by everyone that has ever been pictured here as well as many others. kick ass over the pond and don't let those pretentious fucktards get to you.
have a good weekend everyone! be safe.