take this, northerners… last night included a trip to huntington beach, a bonfire and some tasty s’mores. hint: if you forget to bring sticks or coathangers to roast marshmellows over the fire, you can unbend the wires that held your champagne bottle shut and use those. or so i’m told. (note–no, i didn’t drink any, and i don’t need alcohol to have fun)(note to the note–this is more me reassuring myself than something you need to know).

and tonight? a trip to the house of blues, where ticketmaster delights in its monopolistic stranglehold over young music fans who don’t want to risk not getting tickets to shows, where valet parking prices are more unreasonably high than february temperatures in los angeles, and where alkaline trio gets a chance to prove to me they can still rock my ass. oh, and i’ll be damned if i don’t get some in n out tonight. double double delicious, i say!