As in "rollin' down the street, smokin' indo, sippin' on gin and juice" (not that other one).
What's that mean? I'm treating myself to a birthday trip to Los Angeles, baby! The city of Angels and riots. Plastic and pumps. Fake boobs and fake tans. Gin and juice. Sun and sand. Steroids and back pimples. Should be a good time.
My main reason for this destination is because my boopy is currently there for work. And I want to make sure he remembers what New York City has to offer.
And wouldn't you know that my trip coincides with LA Pride! Oh yes, there will be pictures.
Ya'll have a wonderful weekend now, y'hear!