Huntington Beach is just a gold mine for catty.
Good beer, too, though we arrived to late for the food (which is also, apparently, good). I guess I knew the waitress in high school, as she recognized me. I had forgotten her, but i did remember her sister, who was a raging bitch.
ah, high school.
Maschine tomorrow, mofos. Drinks and bad clothes and music i can't dance to ... it'll be awesome as always.