Last Supper.

If you follow Michelle on Twitter, you know her wisdom teeth have come out. As a last supper we decided to head to Furaibo on Sawtelle before her dental ordeal. For any of you that are familiar with this portion of West LA, it’s like a clean version of Japan Town. It’s a pretty happening place, popular among UCLA students.

As soon as our friends showed up they realized how starry eyed Michelle was looking. They asked her if it was her first time on Sawtelle, and when they found out it was, they began berating me for not taking her places. Honestly I never thought to bring her out there because it’s nothing too spectacular, just my old college stomping grounds. It’s the same for them too, all having gone to UCLA.

The whole spread, washed down with a couple pitchers of beer.

After dinner everyone continued to make me look bad saying, “What do you want to do next? This is your night in LA. We can get dessert at Beard Papa’s, then we can go Diddy Riese, and finish it up at La Monica’s for late night pizza!” At this point I just gave up. “You can all be Michelle’s boyfriend since you’re so much better at than I am.” They obliged, we got our cream puffs for dessert, and decided to do some crooning at Max Karaoke.

You can’t karaoke without beer the size of your head.

Percussion!

They all fall down.