Labor Day Weekend

I KNOW! I'm behind!

Labor Day weekend was exhausting. It started off with me doing 8 miles worth of laps around LAX to pick up the boys in the most poorly constructed Airport in the world. Later did I learn about the LAX Cell Phone Waiting Lot where I could have waited at while their plane was delayed.

Grr. Ended up at my favorite place: Rage. EVERYONE, PLEASE STOP WANTING TO GO THERE.

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The Boys from the Bay

SaturDAY was spent at the pool side. Me realizing that I take my friends' criticism to heart when I shouldn't have. But it happens when you try too hard to be a good host and actually care about what your friends think. SO FUCK YOU I LOVE MY GAY SAILOR SHIRT AND PIRATE THEMED BARS.

SaturNIGHT was spent at Cherry Pop -> no line, 5 dollar cover, 3 giant dance floors. AH may zing.
Sunday was the epic Lu'au.

Sunday Night was... a gay Foam Party.
Let me tell you about this foam party. With residual good vibes from the lu'au, my boys were convinced to going to a Foam party at MJs. It was magical. It was nothing I could have imagined. Dignity went out the window as suds came pouring from the ceiling onto this dance floor.

Not from that night, but just to give you an idea of what almost dying looks like.

MJs looks shady to begin with, but now imagine everyone shirtless, water up to your knees and strangers rubbing up on you. I stayed as close to my hairless Asian friends as much possible to avoid getting scratched by white men chest hairs. So this is what it feels like when you're drowning.

When the foam crept over my head, I panicked and could not breath or see. Joey had to "swim" his away across the dance floor as his life flashed before his eyes. I couldn't stop smiling because this was one unique experience. You had no choice but to take off your shirt. Everything was drenched.

You get the idea

I felt like I was in a dream and experiencing touch sensations in an extreme form. I reached a new level of intimacy with my friends. Rawr. We made it out alive, only to lose a shirt and a set of keys in the foam.

And no one got hurt except everyone got a little sick, I broke out and Jae got viral pink eye.

GOOD TIMES!

Will I do it again? Heck yeah! But when it's not as crowded. Thankfully everyone was slippery otherwise you couldn't move passed the crowd. Next time I'm bringing my underwater camera.

MJs is shameless, so vulgar... though I'd probably wear it anyway: