All I wanna do is have some fun
I got a feeling I'm not the only one
All I wanna do is have some fun
Until the sun comes up over Santa Monica Boulevard
We love the song, and we would have loved a shot of Sheryl Crow last night. Do you know what a $12 cover charge and a $35 bottle of Bare Foot Cabernet will get you on Saturday night in Santa Monica? Lousy music in your ears and a wicked taste in your mouth. At least at the club we were at. But we can't really complain, even if the bands we heard were awful. Wait, make that unspectacular. Everybody's nice around here.
We did have some fun. And we certainly weren't the only ones. But when we got up this morning just a few blocks from the Boulevard there was no sun to be found. Only a few surfers stripping down in the parking lot in front of our hotel window. Strange place.
It's time to take out the Tacoma Papoose and make some sense of this scene. But first a bowl of Kellogg's Frosted Flakes because, unlike the music last night, they're GR-R-REAT!
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