Last Wk in Pix 2x2 - I drink a lot.

I haven't been doing a great job of sharing pictures in my blog, so I have a good handful to share.

Last Saturday a bunch of us went to the #LaCanvas party. It was carnival themed and packed! DJs were great, paid entry got you free drinks and treats all night. Plus there were carnival games to play for prizes.

I won this penguin! Isn't he adorbz! He's kind of a badass too.

Sonic and I attended a puppy brunch at my friend Karen's place. Sonic managed to pee and poop in her house, which was just great. Plus he ate one of the treats we brought for her dogs Jenny and Olly. Best houseguest ever.

I learned what lox is, and I put that shit all over my bagel!

Then we went shopping with Chris. Someone said Sonic should be in movies. I agreed, and we started practicing.

This weekend was St. Patty's Day Weekend, so a lot of drinking took place.

Happy Hour:

Irish Car Bombs:

And classy concoctions:

Now on official St. Patty's, I'm all ready to party but I don't particularly want to leave my bed. Eventually I'll get up and enjoy the gorgeous socal weather. But for now...

Happy St. Patrick's Day!

2x2

Last week I learned

...to take more pictures - FINALLY!

...it is important to DTR (not to be confused with DTF)

This week I'm looking forward to

...moving to our new office in Calabasas

...continued work on kicking off my content writing business. You know it's real when there's a Twitter handle:

more information on that very soon, friends!

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