Oh, the days at Casa Mar Vista…
So, 2005: I was twenty-six. I lived in a West LA house with two housemates, with a dozen friends in the immediate area of the Westside. I had mostly settled into Los Angeles, and had cut back on drinking and related silliness. I say cut back, not cut out entirely, because I apparently still managed to wear bunny ears at our A-B-C-D Birthday / Easter Party.
So the next day wasn’t pretty, but it could have been uglier, as described in this recap…