LACAC

I love that the title of this reads "LACAC," it makes me want to say "LE-CACKKKKK!." Anyway. We realize we've fucked up super fat this past month, but now that school is starting this week and we will be bored and procrastinating with school and shit we will have more time to blog.
Last weekend we decided to take off for a day because school is starting and we just hate the world. So we went to Palm Desert for a night so we could get shit faced and tan by ourselves. The only two people we enjoy.

We arrived around noon. I went to check-in with concierge and Knowledge sat on the side line with our jumbo sized cooler filled with Patron and Coors Light. While waiting in line for eons I noticed something... again.... I'm not a racist. The only thing i'll race is a go-kart, but this was strangely, a little too weird.

I happened to notice that everyone surrounding me was of the African American decent. Literally. I kid you not. EVERYONE, except for us. In Palm Desert.
I texted Knowledge (who was two feet away from me) saying, "Hey, have you noticed the increasingly high number of black people here?" Knowledge, "Yes, look at that sign on the wall."

I look over... and the sign reads: Welcome to the Los Angeles Cocaine Anonymous Convention 2012!

Okay, so we came to Palm Springs during the LACAC weekend. But like the SAME EXACT HOTEL?!? What are the odds! There is no way that this is a coincidence. My mom thinks I'm a coke head, most likely. So she thought she was being productive by sending me subliminally to the convention. She booked our hotel as a "getaway gift," MY ASS. I can't believe her.

WELL. Jokes on you mom. Because I had a fab time. I met some nice people at the pool... and some not so nice ones, but thats whatever. And we got so many party invitations which was a little bit awkward since im almost positive those people go alot harder than we do.

So stoked for LACAC13'
See ya'll there.

-DKoke