Impromptu on my part, I left work and met Tyson Schmidt and Jeremy Cottrell at Fox and Hounds on Ventura Blvd. Mark Scott and a very dapper Jackie O. (no, not
that Jackie O.) showed up.
It was great and we were quite animated. Not quite an embarrassment to the Porsche creed, but we were getting there with our vociferousness and three-beer ogling of various brunettes' low-cut racks (right, Ty?
)
Anyway, had a hell of a time. I sense a new L.A. trend happening here: English pub brews on Thursday nights, Mulholland urban terrorism runs on Saturdays.
Whatta you LA Pelicanite SOBs think?