Those of you who know me can guess how long I took to consider my response to such an offer. Ha.
Had an absolute blast in the company of Daniel and his friends ... a peculiar mix of MMA fighters, bikini models and gay fashion designers. After an evening of dancing, sleight-of-hand magic, and four cans of redbulls, I left the club to witness a confrontation between four SFPD cops and a few thuggish looking guys in the parking lot around 2:30 am. Grabbed a quiet shot with the telephoto lens, and promptly headed south.
As I write this, it is breakfast hour ... I am at the restaurant of a fancy hotel in Silicon Valley, finshing off a fourth veggie egg-white omlette while updating the journal through their free wireless.
Life doesn't get much better than this.
It's amazing how I can look drunk off my ass without a drop of drinking. "Honest, officer! I only had redbulls and tonic water all night!"
ikilled007, you are right. Latinas = teh hotness.
... though Stacey gives 'em a run for the money.
|Robyn, Act Deux
Soda & Lime, that's all I had last evening, I swear ...
|Amy & Robyn
Great seeing the two of you up here ... here's to a safe trip home!
|Her name escapes me ...
... not that you care.
|Kittens, prepare to die.
|"What is the sound of one hand fapping?"
|Theresa, vamping with her rockin' bikini.
Backoff. This is Puder's girl.
SFPD cops draw guns outside the club and arrest some dude for god-knows what. But checkit, they ran past some black guys and cuffed the Asian person.
Affirmative-action in the criminal-justice system?