Carpe Fucking Friday

Sorry for the lack of updates. ive been busy busy. but dont worry i got posts lined up, i just gotta upload fotos.

working all week is tough and sometimes some weekend outings help relieve the stress. so last friday, me and chris rolled out to the hoey inc mansion in santa luz for a couple of beers and brushetta pizza. shit was bomb. girls were bomb. thanks mr. hoey for the hospitality. after, we met up at gordon bierch (sp?) brewery in mission valley for some happy hour! we got there to a live band playing and millions flat screen tv’s with espn. mans greatest friend. and we grubbed over garlic fries. we then played catch phrase til 4am at the pad with beers. over all was a nice rainy fri night.

chris’ personal escort via beach umbrella ella eh.

we played tag. guess who lost.

on the way home, after a good deep sleep in the back of georges benz, i woke up to a flat tire. how to get over a flat tire?, play catch phrase with a fat tire beer. and thats what george exactly did.