This was the invitation:
This was the neighbor's car:
This is the door to the birthday man's house:
This is the sign on the door:
This is what I saw after the door:
This is what I saw when I entered that house:
This is the front lawn:
This is looking up the shore:
This is looking down the shore:
These are the revelers:
This is the musical entertainment for the afternoon:
This is who we shared the table with:
This is what I ate:
This is a friend we made:
This . . . is what I saw when I was looking for the bathroom:
This is . . . whoah . . .
Stuffed cobras versus stuffed mongoose.
These are more houses from his street. Or garages. Call me simple, call me a first timer, but I'm impressed by how people live in Malibu. They live pretty fancy.
Epilogue: That night I went a party in LA. Casey turned up there. And I met Heather from Salt Lake City who seems to be quite famous.
7 comments:
Awesome. All of it. I can't believe you met Heather!
That man's house is so full of awesome that I have no words.
-Ryan
It looks like Rikki-Tikki-Tavi is in a tight spot.
I Didn't know she was so in the know. I heard about that party but couldn't make it.
And I haven't seen the name Rikki TIkki Tavi in years. Watching it now. Thanks Dad.
oh haiii!!! i don't know if you know, but i'm kind of a big deal. coolest picture of me and casey! haha. and i love your shirt with the kitty and the guitar. solid.
you met me at that party, too, Jerkface.
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