heat.

It's been amazingly hot here in Los Angeles the past week. If you do not know, heat + me = the wicked witch of the WEST [thanks for the correction Claudia!]... except that she melted when water hit her and I'm being hit by the sun... yeah, the point is we're both melting. okay?

Anyway, last night I got a couple of my good friends together and we headed down to Manhattan Beach around 10 p.m. There's absolutely nothing better during a heatwave than to head down to the beach and sit under the stars with your best friends. After a couple of hours of catching up on the latest, we decided to get romantic and have ourselves a walk on the pier. I'm such a pimp. Yes... i am. No, really.

Apparently, no one told us that a walk on the pier at midnight meant that you were either:
A) looking for drugs
B) wanting to have public sex
C) wanted to go fishing

or

D) Other:

darn!