So, some of the republic gathered atop a Downtown LA roof at the end of Santee Alley for Mark’s birthday. My dude of 12 years turned 28. Yours truly was the cook, and as usual I cheffed up marvelous shit son. Booze, food, and good times were going down. When it got cold, Mike Marina took the party to his loft and we kept the drinks flowing. Thank God for Tacos Mexico, those 3 spicy ass Al Pastor Tacos sobered me the hell up. Happy birthday Mark, hopefully you didn’t take that leg kick too personally. Pics to follow!
Birthday boy
There’s chickens on my apron.
OJ preparing to get BLOWED.
Eyeglasses only. That’s Dave’s bitter face because he got left out.
The most fashionable hapa I know.
Rush Hour 4 in the making
Popping collars
Two in the pink…
“Clean yourself up man…” “WHAT YOU SAY?!?!?!”
Roomies
<3
Rooftop Republic
Power nap my ass. Quan was laid the fuck out.
Jenn lent Dave her glasses so he could feel cool just for a moment.
Tue, Mar 31, 2009
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