Happy Bday, Chelsea!
One of my best friends and most awesome person in the world, Chelsea Walsh (she's the one under the tiara), celebrated her birthday at El Cid's in Silverlake last Sunday. When I first got there, things seemed kinda suspect as there was a big old fat dude with a trucker hat with "sexy fat boy" printed on it, sitting in front of the bar, smoking a cigar. Chelsea told me that earlier, he had no shirt on and had pasties covering his nipples. That's one way to start a party, I guess. I assumed she didn't know him but I have no confirmation of that. Things got better soon after.
Chelsea's one of those people I can go years without seeing, but when we finally get together, it's just like old times. We used to hang out at her mom's place in Van Nuys after I graduated high school, and when she moved to UCLA for college, we spent much time there, too. We used to kind of have the same laugh, which annoyed people to no end, but I think that's changed now. I can't believe it but we've been friends for about 18 years or so. Oh yeah, she can rock the mic karaoke-style, and I'm sure there will be plenty of that going on when next we hang.
Okay, so I'll try and get the real scoop and report back but I seem to remember toward the end of the night (many of us were fairly inebriated at this point) me accidentally taking a picture of Chelsea's vag during a group photo, which totally cleared everyone out in disgust. One minute, like twenty, thirty people. *snap* Next minute, everyone gone. Hopefully, I've remembered this incorrectly.
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You look kind of like a vulcan in that picture. Amazing how you're look is always being drawn to something else at picture time.
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