Observe THIS! Griffith

On the post-Coachella drive back to civilization we just wanted a public place in LA to hang out and kill some time before my buddy got home so that we could eventually meet up with him and take advantage of his indoor plumbing....

Instead we got this:



Also:

HL Cool J
(Hosey's Love Cool James)

The Griffith Observatory wasn't easy to find either. Well it would have been if we followed the signs, but insted we adventured up a long, steep, windy road full of mansions.




Turns out the
H-O-L-L-Y-W-O-O-D
sign is there too.





BONUS PHOTO:


On the (exponentially cleaner thanks to Siebert's shower) drive back to LAX we passed a giant donut.

A Different Michael Does "Ben"

Photos from the Desert

Between the intense heat and copious amounts of alcohol... these photos were the best I could do:

Sunset over the camp grounds...well technically polo grounds... In the foreground was the beginnings of a giant inflatable movie screen where they projected absurd late-night movies like Smokey & the Bandit

Check out the sweet Patriots decal on our Canadian neighbors trunk. Also that's Trygve on the right next to my awesome Mazda3 rental. It seems that Norwegians either have way too many vowels in their names or not quite enough. They also like bananas.


The gangs all here...

...and it being the last day of the festival, naturally we had to drink all the beers.



P.S. I will now forever refer to Pabst Blue Ribbons as "Peebers."






Oh yes, and all of the wine too. Apparently people from Calgary are not familiar with "Slap the Bag." Tragic frankly.




Irene's photo session with Lurch. Flea and Thom Yorke lie somewhere beyond the tallest man in the worlds upper torso.





LASER JAWS!!
We're gonna need a bigger boat.






And finally, remember kids:

Always wear sunscreen!