[Dynagroove] A little late BUT (and then some)

[~Sara]

Dude,

Free Thinking last week was utterly amazing.  From the moment I walked in,
the shit was off the heezy.  Breifly, I wasn't too hot on Iz, but Diz
fucking ROCKED it, and Harvey kicked major ass without even stopping to
take some names.  The whole night was all that I had hoped for and the
after party was hotter than hot.  Saturday I was too tired to go out and I
had to go down to San Diego early Sunday.  I went to this DMC (or DCM,
something like that) like scratch competition outside of San Diego and it
was a'ight.  Lots of hot boys and like 3 other girls there, and for this I
was down.  Then my homie and I went and stayed at the W Hotel in San Diego
and they were playing "A Night at the Playboy Mansion" by Dimitri from
Paris on the roof top Tiki Lounge, it was crazy.  But that was sad the
only house to be had in SD was at the hotel.  Anyhoo, we went to this one
bar that had hip hop and how stoked was I when they played me my request
of some "Express Yourself" by NWA?  I got way too drunk and made even more
of an ass out of myself b/c I was in a city that was not mine.  The next
thing I know it is the next day and I'm waiting for my friend to get off
of work in this different shitty hotel, I start throwing shit and breaking
everything (I needed to prove a point) and the next thing I know I'm being
kicked out of the Dolphin Motel in Kreepsville, USA at 1:30am.  So, I call
good old Thomas mother fuckin Sahs to come rescue my ass, the only 619
number I have.  He had just gotten back some Texas that day and had some
HOT SHIT that he and Scott Pace were working on.  But can I tell you how
shitty it was being kicked out of the shittiest motel in the world in the
middle of the night in a city where I know very very minimal people?  But
those boys from Texas, I swear, worth their weight in gold.  Then it is
Tuesday and I find myself getting married and then running to the train
stattion b/c something was telling me to get back to LA, Sara.  Now it is
Wednesday and I need some house music tonight.  Only me.

Sara



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Last night, I dreamt, of Guacamora.  Again.
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