Drunk.

Los Angeles was slightly more debaucherous than anything that had come before it, but not at all as debaucherous as my last visit to Lalaland. The first night in LA I spent with Katherine and her friend Andrea. They both went to NYU together, and Andrea is currently finishing her MA at USC. We went to some bars on Hermosa Beach, where I drank too much, threw up on a floor, and somehow lost $60. "Meh," I hear the minions who have seen me wasted say, "I've seen worse." Regardless, as pennitence for my drunk and disorderly behavior I will post the following picture from that fateful evening.



Who needs a rosary when you bad dancing? Anyway, other than my drunken ass, the night was pretty fun.



The next day, Andrea, Katherine, and I went out for Mexican food before heading over to Santa Monica where we spent sometime shopping on the promenade and hanging out on the beach. It was rather cool to think that Katherine and I had made it all the way to the Pacific Ocean.



My friend Brett, who recently moved to LA for Teach for America (he's a preschool teacher!), met up with us, and I spent the rest of the evening with him.



Not needing a change in my normal LA routine, we spent the night-- you guessed it-- eating Mexican food and drinking! This drinking was done Brett-style, which for those of you not-in-the-know, consists of taking as many shots of cheap vodka in a one hour period as humanly possible (these were mostly done in the kitchen, however the last few might have been done in a cardboard refrigerator box) in an attempt to wake up in the fetal position in a strange place with a mysterious amount of pictures on your camera that you don't remember taking.