Unclassy? Who us?

Saturday afternoon and I'm hard at work, but I'm pretty sure Shane is looking for giraffe porn. We never look like his though, we're usually cleaning and reading the encyclopedia. Duh.

So after a long grueling day of tom foolery, the sun sets and it is time to get ready for my dearest of dears' Nicole's birthday party. Well, I mean when the sun setted, I remembered I had to attend it tonight, at least to say hi. The world famous Jesse Jenkins of "Calabasas man-boy hunk" status came by to pick us up, and to check the surf report apparently cause he surfs now, check out the shaka he's throwin up. Best shaka I've ever seen thrown.

We arrive at our destination, The Angeleno, you know the structure at the bottom of the 405 and sunset. The one that looks like a baby Capitol Records building. Ya, that one.

As we walk to the elevator, the party's at the top floor, Tod meets us right in time...informing us that the other half of our group meeting us there have already been warned 3 times to be kicked out, I guess they were being unclassy.

And here's Jake, world renowned choreographer and the best newsie in the biz. We're celebrating this little shit's birthday as well. And I love him.

The girl of the night, this is Nicole Bunch, denim extraordinare. She has her own line called Rawstate Denim which will fit the shit out of you and you will like it motherfucker.

Her mom and my mom are best friends. Our little siblings are best friends. Our dogs are best friends. And we are best friends. Oh yeah, and our families are still neighbors. Sick radical dog fart.

And ya, A-bomb and Duke(Entourage), looking to do something to someone.

Adam giving Jake an early birthday present...a free full nelson I think.

Ya, I know. We're really fucking Rad.

Jesse and Jake hanging at the bar and putting out the vibe.

Anyway, pretty much after that we left. And went home...thats it.