. AMA Party in Los Angeles ............................

. Key Club


When we showed up, Ben was outside waiting for me. He pretended not to know me just as a joke. I think the stick in Ben's mouth is attached to a sucker. Speaking of which, where is Mladin? That look on Ben's face? He's dreaming about me waxing his chain. Hoo doggy! This is called a Bostrom sandwich. Add two big slices of beef with something cheesy in the middle.
This goes to show that you can never be too old or too classy to act like a drunken frat boy. When not on his head, Ben's hat is used as a freeway lane marker, as the Alpinestar has its own source of lighting. Greg's "cop scent" clings like cigarette smoke so Walter made sure to give him plenty of space. Jamie has BOSTROM stenciled on his jacket. He thinks this will make him ride faster.
Da bitches be lovin' Ben. Must be da hat. It be screamin', "I'S DA KING!" A news guy from KTLA did the weather segment from the club. He called the AMA event a "car race." Huh? Eric and His Woman. They're a very cute couple. That back isn't very 90s, though: she's missing a honking tattoo. Me, Jane, Vanessa and Leslie: Call us Squad B4B, or "Bimbos for Bostrom."
Greg found the dim club lights to be overwhelming so he kept his cap on all night. Although he appears to be utterly lit, Michael remained mostly coherent throughout the night. Eric is contemplating slapping me on the head for laying on his bike. (picture kinda fuzzy) Frank's pick-up line for the night: "Did you know Fosters is Australian for beer, my little koala?"
Larry Pegram looked shocked that I was taking his picture. Why not? He's a Duc guy after all. Ana is a stalker in training. She was too shy to hug up to Ben so I got her to stand in his shadow. I peeked backwards to see if Eric (red shirt) was watching me sit on his bike and secretly strip pieces off. Just in case Ben files a restraining order against me, I did a little stalking warm-up on Eric...
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