Every year a group of my best buddies and I spend a weekend in full party mode in a desert town called Borrego Springs, outside LA. We call this event “Desert Storm” after the first Gulf War. Because we’re getting older, but no wiser, we thought why not change the venue and go down to Little Big Sur for the first-ever “Jungle Storm.” This is the report from the front lines. I think it is testament to the “fog of war.”
Surprisingly, all made it back from the first Rumble in the Jungle in one piece. Key learnings: 8 bottles of vodka is cutting it pretty close, we will bring wine from LA, and Keith needs a bigger frying pan. And an apron.