I don’t even know what to say.
We drove to LA and there were at least 400 people who did not get in to see United. Were 14 of them. So we drove another hour across LA to Westwood. Bruin country. We ate some ice cream and then drove home. Yea. That was my night. Reading it back it really sounds like it sucks. But it did not feel that bad. J-Rocka was in prime form. He had me bustin a gut on the way there and back. Heather, Melissa, and D, were in the back seat wallowing in the pain of J-Rocka’s rhymes. It was great. So tonight might have been the most expensive trip to the ice cream parlor in the history of mankind.
I’m tired. This post sucked.