Sunset Junction Rules! It was the best weekend ever. So good, in fact, that we were less bothered by the heat.
And if you live at the Sunset Junction, it’s only natural to pre-party.
Jag and Marie
Anthony and Jag. We are too couture.
Lettie, straight from the East Coast to the East Side.
And then it was finally cool enough for us to hit the street.
Richard and Jeff
We were too cool for the ride.
We were waiting too long for Rilo Kiley to hit the stage. But she was good!
We started a self-portrait series.
I also double as the runaway bride.
We’re so beautiful. This marks the end of the Self-Portrait Series.
This bear loves to party. This bear loves to drink. This bear loves to party in Franklin Hills. This bear was hypnotized, and ended up in someone’s cleavage. (No, not Marie’s)
A sea of people. You know what they say about women and trolley cars. There’s plenty of them in the sea.
As we were rockin out to Elton John’s Rocket Man, we knew we were still not the weirdest in the crowd, by far.
Pepsi and Kettle Corn make Lettie a happy girl. Next time we’ll have to allow ourselves more time to try the food.
Corbin and Ollie
This is how I am most commonly recognized.
Watch, as Friendship Night takes over Sunset Blvd.
Fancy meeting you here.
And we went home happy campers :)