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“You know those parties that you feel comfortable eating a salad or some raw fish before going to? Yea, rabbit food parties, god damn rabbit food parties!
Insight shindigs have never, and will never be rabbit food parties… The sick bastards over at Insight are cheese burger, chicken pot pie, asada burrito, Mediterranean feast fill your tummy or you’re going to be in a gutter somewhere, with your girlfriend prying your crusty slobber face off the concrete kinda parties. Don’t sit there with the “I don’t know what you mean” look of silent disapproval! And if you don’t try it, it’s a relationship builder, promise.
THIS EXISTS NOW tickled my nipples from jumpstreet. When I saw the flyer I knew it was going to be the Excalibur of bash em up hot girl/rad dude parties.
Insight Garage Artist, Eric McHenry’s, twisted illustrations set the stage for an all-star evening. Catching a glimpse of these masterpieces was tough due to flocks of humans crowding the gallery floor. Don’t worry, the show hangs till August16th so if you missed it, like I did, go get your eyes double stuffed with art from the tallest dude to ever land a kick flip. He’s charismatic too.
Lurking through the crowd of sun kissed sex pots and vampy babes I found Friday Freedom in a familiar place. “Peligroso Donkey punch?” Fuxk yes. “PBR?” Fuxk yes. Service with a smile, a really nice smile. Does anyone know the smoking hot girl with the strawberry blonde hair working like a slave at all the Insight events? If so tell her I’m sorry for standing in the corner for half the night breathing heavy and staring.
Act after act kept attendees entertained starting with the DJ duo strait from Australia “The FurrBurgers.” Rob Russo, Insight menswear designer, and Rad Dan Watkins, Insight creative psychopath manned the wheels of Furr with such carnal passion girls panties actually dropped and the group’s name became clear. It wasn’t just cleverly based on the amount of facial scruff the two were toting.
After the FurrBurgers retreated from the hair pies of steel a familiar looking band going by the name of Holy Barbarians wandered to the stage. Bopped off on some fiercely poured drinks and cold cans of heaven my mind drifted off to familiar tunes. The Holy Barbarians? Hmmmmmmmmmm. Sounded like a holy crock of shit. This band was playing under an alias for sure and if you weren’t there then you weren’t. But I was. I heard it, and my back and neck still aren’t right. I got so fucking fired up when I realized what was going on I climbed into the rafters and rode that giant green arm with the gun in its hand till it broke off the wall and knocked a part in Jared Mells giant wig. (Some of that didn’t happen but I wanted it too. Good seeing you Jrad.)
The sweets sounds of the Holy Barbarians slowly faded away along with my judgment. As the night ended I grabbed a few Honest Tea’s and Body Armour Coconut Waters for the afterhours mix it up, mix it up, mix it up festivities and slipped into the Venice night with the hospitable folks from Insight. I love you dudes and dudettes. My ass is still busted from that fall from the rafters, you’ll be hearing from my chiro.
Yours truly”
Milk~
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