DigiMess of People

A party at Arlo's means a sweet blend of cheap red wines, your subsequent sweaty friends drunk on aforementioned red wines, and of course...hot bitches. I ran into John and MexiJesus from American Apparel and enjoyed several mishmashed sentences yelled into my ear. After John tried to start shit with some guys in silk muscle tees out front, Gina and I had the pleasure of escorting him to the Yaris. We're so lucky.