My fondest memory would have to be at Venice Beach. After a day of sun, beach, and drink we sauntered into the Sidewalk Cafe to mingle and be merry. As the sun began to set and the nightcrawlers emerged from their lairs, someone thought it would be a good idea to indulge in a little co-ed skinny dippin. Emerging from the toxic pool someone thought it would be a good idea to put some money on my willingness to be spontaneous. '$100 says hadley won't streak into the Sidewalk at say hi to our bartender pal, Brian.'
Before the words were out i was off and running. Setting: Friday night, full house, band jammon in the back. I hadn't realized how popular one becomes being the only one in their birthday suit. I completed my task and on returning outside found my companions literaly rolling on the ground. As I was ....
Gotta go. I'll finish this later.


