Here's how it went down:

Zano De Mayo... Where to begin? Actually, lemme start with telling you how it ended... Steve McKenna, and his mustache, were completely soaked, I had a beer poured over my head, and the Pleepleus pinata had been reduced to pieces and was completely disemboweled.

It was another perfect day in Southern California. I arrived at the Cabana Club, in Hollywood, at 9am to meet up with the Three Sheets crew (Eric, Curtiss and Christina) to shoot some promos for the "new network". The contracts between the networks have yet to be signed, so for the duration of the party, we had to refer to the new network as "the new network". As I'm writing this, I still can't say the name of the new network, although everyone at the party knew. Steve McKenna spilled the beans...

At 11am, the VIPs arrived. They were a great group. We hung out, took photos, and I answered questions. When the food came out (the Cabana Club put out quite a spread-it was surprisingly delicious) everyone filled up and I visited with every table. The VIP's had Pau Maui Handcrafted Vodka bottle service. That was the mellow part of the day. I knew that in a few hours, Steve McKenna would be shirtless and, well... Steve McKenna'd.

Everyone else arrived at 1pm. DJ Morty started spinning, people visited the 4 Copas organic margarita bar, the Metl mezcal bar, and the club's open bar. It started out fairly mellow, with everyone making their way to the bar for a bit of liquid courage. Instead of Steve introducing me, I took the liberty of introducing him (and his sweet 'stache). The party then got underway. I hopped off the stage and let DJ Morty do his thang.

I mingled with the crowd, took a bazillion photos, and threw back some drinks. Steve proceeded to get McKenna'd and then DJ Morty played the magic song. See, Steve McKenna can't resist dancing and mouthing the words to Prince. It's like when a hypnotist snaps his fingers and the subject becomes a monkey... Steve becomes Prince. I don't remember when Prince ever did a stage dive, but every song ends with that. A shirtless, hairy, sweaty stage dive into a crowd that is happy to receive him. Frickin' hilariously awesome.

I then hopped back on stage and answered people's questions from the "Questions Box". I answered every single one-even the one about mustache rides. I then drew names for people to take a swing at the pinata. But when we all gathered around the six-foot Pleepleus pinata, the notion of handing any of these people a bat seemed like a guaranteed lawsuit. So, I beat the monkey, whacked the primate, whipped the gorilla, and sent his innards tumbling to the ground. People dove for the candy, t-shirts, koozies and condoms like impoverished children in a third world country diving for food scraps.

At this point the party was in full swing. We shot a bunch of Three Sheets promos for the "new network". We danced-Steve more than others. I took a bazillion more photos, signed stuff, and drank a little more...

It was an epic party. Thanks to Mutineer Magazine, 4 Copas Organic Tequila, Metl Mezcal, Pau Maui Vodka and of course everyone who came. You're an awesome group (except for the girl who bit me). Let's do it again some time!

Cheers,

Zane

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