Private Persian Party. Choosing my words wisely.

Went to Beverly Hills yesterday. To a private party of some Persian girl who was heading over to Israel. It was in a big mansion somewhere in Beverly, filled with Persian boys and girls and some foreign exchange students. I think the best part was that I went there with four Italian blokes, which was just a lovely experience. I laughed my ass off to their quarrellings and jokes. The party itself was kind of dull, but the alcohol flowed richly and it was quite fun to hang out with all those spoiled Persian brats.