You might've noticed (or not) my absence this past week, despite all my planning to deter such inaction...
On the contrary, I have been in the throes of extra action, my friends-- as in, the Extra Action Marching Band-- a 25-piece sex-cacophony of sights, sounds and mayhem that dear, dear Elan hired for the monstrous to-do that was the 50th birthday of his medical cannabis activist boss (and Thespian's big bro), at the Oasis Nightclub in downtown Oakland last Thursday.
Extra Action is something everyone should experience at some point in their lives... more than just a marching band, though an excellent one at that, they are a boozy, crazy, dark carnival of symphonic delights, led with wild abandon by a team of hyper-gorgeous be-wigged dancing floozies (the photos above are NOT actually from that night but from their official website) who whip the crowd into an orgiastic frenzy.
It's all become a bit of a blur by now but suffice it to say that... I so totally want to be one of those hot spangled floozies when I grow up...
More yoga is definitely in order.
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