.: culture : mash :.

I had a bbq for July 4th at my mom and stepdad’s house in Hermosa Beach yesterday. Many friends from different places came to the beach city with no parking, crawling boardwalk by the sand, and rooftops spilling with drunken Trojan fans and beach blond cookie cutters.

I like to think our party was different though. The grill was going from morning till night, showcasing the best in meat, tofu, veggies, and desserts even. People might be different, cultures might be varied, but one thing that always gathers people to have a good time is gluttony.

The day involved a lot of drinking of champagne concoctions, including what Jason now refers to as the Leylini… sad no one else appreciates this.

And no conversation is as sophisticated as talking about your tan, or the fact that you’re freckled, or how you’re glad it’s a little overcast so you won’t get too brown.