
Roastbeef/pesto/cheese grilled sandwich. Oh yes.
After work it was ultimate chillin'. Ricky Late, Ottarius, James Deezy, and me of course just listened to music and relaxed before going out. Coolio! Why don't people make music like they did back in the day? Wow, we are slackin'. Hall&Oates, and Fleetwood Mac for the win!

Young Buck. Hah!

Euuuwwwwww.. Yuck.

Drinkin' that G-unit!

5 minutes cirkish.

Been missing you mayn! No homo...heh.

...lost boy.
The rest of the night was a little mess. Hah! I was supposed to get to party up on top of the Grand Hotel for the first time, but some miscommunication crushed my "dream". Me, Desi, and Money got in the club, but I guess the others didn't get in. Not even the people who were hosts. That was some shady buisness. Because of that it there was no point of being there so we just left. Hah! I do regret not taking a picture of the view though. SIKE! So the rest of the night I just chilled at Sina's place where the party was moved, to bad the rest of the invited didn't come through. But we had fun. Next time will be better.

Ready to party on the top. SIKE!

Screw miscommunication.

We got in though. Muahaha!
A chill Saturday, just what I ordered. Nice. Hehe...