You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours.
Dirty smelly doggie men? Is this just another one of those banana things?
This sounds like a very exclusive cult
But possibly a fun party. Except, I don't know if I want to be in a hypnagogic state with a bunch of strangers.
It looked like a homoerotic rite of passage involving muscle and sweat; but, disappointingly, no.
The reason why I favour Xeni, and to a greater extent Rob, is their display of roots outside of Cali.
The reason why I might succumb,eventually, is the siren song sung by those, inside of Cali.
Cocktail attire is encouraged.
So, I guess looking good with one's shirt off is not a prerequisite.
this is an advertisement
Crystals get jacked, no lie.
So this is what happens after you drop acid at a Dodger game?
There was (what I consider) an even better event Atlas Obscura is sponsoring in NYC around a lockpicking theme... Open bar, demos from an expert, and you go home with a new set of picks!
It's so they can drink piña coladas at Trader Vic's afterwards.
It's all and games until Tom Hanks and Dan Aykroyd crash the party.
Shit, I spent most of the 90s like that...
Here's a hint: whenever anyone namedrops Coyote, assume they're lying. You'll usually come out ahead.
An evening of Inane Ritual, Hipster Cocktails, and Self-Absorption. Ah, L.A. ;-p
'Mixology' is not a word I reckon many initiated-type people go around using.
Leave me out of this.
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