From the depths of Anya's camera

When I break out my shirt from Roscoe's Chicken and Waffles, people up here invariably ask: "What's that? Is that a real place? What do you eat there?"
Of course, I reply that its strictly vegetarian cuisine, and the chicken in question is, in fact, from the rare Tazmanian chicken tree.
I mean, what kind of question is that? It says CHICKEN AND WAFFLES right on the shirt. And no, they don't come separately. They combine in a beautiful way that can only be experienced, not spoken of. And if you're still unsure, well, here's a pic:


It's chicken. And waffles. And yes, syrup. All that same time. It tastes so good when it hits your lips...


Anyways, my sis sent me some pics from my LA trip, and I'm sure you're all just dying to see some more. So here we go.


The start of the night in Malibu. Stone-cold sober, but cheery.


The jacket is off. Time to relax, sober-like.


Then ... these two (Bob and Eric) happened. The slippery slope begins....


Anya and the bride, Christi.


The Grey Goose and Cran got broken out. Much hilarity ensured, most of it because of Eric (Muaahhuuuuuhhhhuhhuh).


Let the drunk faces begin.


Let the drunk face continue.


BONUS PICTURES!


Showtime Adams on the set in Baja.


Showtime, Pt. II