Ohhhhh, what a party last weekend...in steamy Orange County.
After a WeSC pool party got the kibosh, our group went next door to the Hilton. But after we were blamed for a concoction of fruit, liquid and unidentified powder exploding in a microwave, whilst pumping romantic jams on a hotel breakroom radio...it was leaving time.
So we went to a mexican restaurant bar. We lasted at least 40 minutes before getting tossed.
Then it was off to a shiny-shoe OC club, with most of us still in swimwear. Here I got caught by security...on the roof, alongside the man responsible for much of the evening's depravities. I won't disclose his name, but I will say he was wearing an amazing tie-dye blue unicorn shirt with matching sea foam denim.
We still made it in. But man, I was twisted.
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