I wasn't feeling so hot this evening. I neglected to do my six mile run all day despite wearing running clothes since I changed out of my nighty. I finally got around to it at around 5:30. By the time I finished running and showering, I was already an hour late for Maria's festivities. I was weighed down by lactic acid and fear of the unknown.
I really value Maria's friendship so I decided to suck it up and just go. The event took place at the Lamplighter in Mission Hills, a rusty dive in a nice neighborhood that doesn't even take cards. I old-ladied out and left before we got to sing, but I think in general, it was pretty worth it.
Photos after the jump, but I have to ask you to manage your expectations, bars offer the worst lighting and I found it would have been improper to bring in the DSLR.
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| These rowdy gentlemen wanted me to take a photo of them. They told me to email it to them but never gave me an address. |
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| This lady is a very masculine rapper |
