The event at Fred Segal went off without a hitch. The brownies, catered by the very upscale super market, Vons...were actually really good. Champagne was okay and J Dubb made sure the drinks were flowing so the registers would be ringing.
Davey Detail and I getting ready for the summer with the white shades.
Tony Johnson, owner of Fred Segal Street, was all smiles throughout the afternoon.
Our friend Brooke brought Little Chris all the way from the M-I-A.
Yoshi was snapping away shot after shot.
You know it's official when your mom comes to support. She might just be checking sure that the product is moving so her son can purchase her that nice house that he always promised her he would get her.
We wrapped up the event in the early evening. Thank you for all that came and supported.
After that I came home and rested and had two options. J Dubb was going to go to the Playboy Mansion for a party. Not a bad option. Or go to Area with all my friends. I chose the latter, however J Dubb told me it was a night to remember. My night was pretty eventful too, it was definitely getting a little rowdy when the clock hit midnight.
Mikey at that point decided to turn into a photographer. The guy took 77 photos throughout the night. I can't put all of them up, here are the most presentable ones.
Perry, as usual, was on the prowl. He was working hard. So hard his arm pits were damn sweaty, not a good look at all.
Mikey was all over the place.
Nick Montealegre who promotes Area along with his partner Brick and a couple of others, is always in a festive mood. "Cheddddddddddaaaaaaaaaaaa"
Perry's degenerate cousin Nodar, aka Nodough (the guy got no-dough) looks like some Euro trash raver from Ibiza tripping on acid. This guy's outfits are always very unique.
These two girls were sitting at the table, they made things interesting.
Brick Williams is always a man on a mission.
Here we got no-dough again trying to get his fresh on...
Cameras were shut off after this point. We got home around 5am, wild nights in L.A...