a salute to tom and corie and don bull met head on

so i'd love to go into some sort of great disertation about the night's activities...last nights..but...well, i don't have a lot ot say about it really. after getting off of work a little later than i have thought i would...fuckin' grouse mountain...anyhow...i headed home had a quick shower and headed with the psychic network to topanga to meet up with corie...we picked up mishi and the garbs along the way... when we got there don bull was just leaving with some friends..we started in on him and before you know it his friends had left him there...so he joined us for the rest of the night...good god..he had been drinking since noon-a day that had started at the nat watching shitty single 'a' baseball and ended up at topanga.... we tosated to tom and got right at it..corie and don went head to head all night in a no-holds bar margaritas and sunglasses showdown...somehow don ended up wearing some of corie's clothes... the pics are the only story i have...

i love you tom..... thanks.

garnet


serge, cook at topanga, gets the hell out while the gettings still good...



dork...



hey don..the garbs wants to tell you something...



the kids outside the topanga...



let the games begin...







blurry network...



blurry bull...



he's been drinking since noon...what an idiot...deep down i love him...there must be something wrong with me...