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Oy.
I'm writing this being a little bit beyone comprehension right now...
Wet out to Par Avion. Dave Drove. We were supposed to hit The Tempest for this new club thingy to see Mike Retro and The Lips perform...Traffic fucking slower than shit. Missed. Went directly to Par Avion. Got there early enought to get in free. Danced, and dranked and Dave paid...
Then went and hit dancefloor. Danced and flirt4d, and danced. And then walked back to where Dave sat. He was talking to this one girl, Ingrid. I broke the guy code and talked to her in that way that you do when you'rre trying to get some girl's number or in bed, or whatever. She wa like pullinhg teeth. Forunately, Dave was aware of this, and did not kill me on the spot for doing that there deed. I got her to dance. And then I left her for more booze.
Spent a good deal. Dave sat there, and I found this girl who goees clubbing a good deal at many other clubbbage on Hollywood, and Santa Monica, and let her go. Nice girl. REALLY nice girl. The kind tha I haven't been fortunate to meet since tha one fateful night on February 15th of 1999.
I'm doin much better now.
Anyrate, she had on this shirt that said "Make out Bandit" and I made her explain it. I have an explaination, and I appreciate it.
Her name is "Brandy" (or we shall call her that for the time being) and lives in LA, also lives with her parents, drinks a good deal (I so do understand that), thinks politics can't continue on their current path (AH! Young Liberals), and loves indy music and scene...and dancing with bitter black men...and sitting close and talking....and cuddling....Yeah...Yeah...
I have digits and a tentative date for tuesday night. You'll all see how pissed I am come tuesday. Or happy. whichever--I still have more things to come tomorrow...and assuming that I don't freak out at poker night (Sumday at Brian's place), I'll still have money left for tuesday night! Oooooooo--um...
Man. I'm so out of it. This'll be an interesting date type thing after tonight. Because she sooooooo understood the "I'm not driving and have to get as hammer'd as possible. She freaking bought me my last drink and a shot of the vicious "Tequilla" shot. Oh. Dear. God. I'd be remiss if I *didn't* call her back after all the things that we have weathered.
And we did a little bit of the making out thing.
Overall, I'd say it's been a fair weekend. Let's see how long this can last.
Thank you and have a pleasant goodnight.
Thank you Dave for driving. Oh god yes, thank you for driving...
OH, and yes, Noah...the whole thing with the 18 year olds...EVIL AS FUCK!
I'm writing this being a little bit beyone comprehension right now...
Wet out to Par Avion. Dave Drove. We were supposed to hit The Tempest for this new club thingy to see Mike Retro and The Lips perform...Traffic fucking slower than shit. Missed. Went directly to Par Avion. Got there early enought to get in free. Danced, and dranked and Dave paid...
Then went and hit dancefloor. Danced and flirt4d, and danced. And then walked back to where Dave sat. He was talking to this one girl, Ingrid. I broke the guy code and talked to her in that way that you do when you'rre trying to get some girl's number or in bed, or whatever. She wa like pullinhg teeth. Forunately, Dave was aware of this, and did not kill me on the spot for doing that there deed. I got her to dance. And then I left her for more booze.
Spent a good deal. Dave sat there, and I found this girl who goees clubbing a good deal at many other clubbbage on Hollywood, and Santa Monica, and let her go. Nice girl. REALLY nice girl. The kind tha I haven't been fortunate to meet since tha one fateful night on February 15th of 1999.
I'm doin much better now.
Anyrate, she had on this shirt that said "Make out Bandit" and I made her explain it. I have an explaination, and I appreciate it.
Her name is "Brandy" (or we shall call her that for the time being) and lives in LA, also lives with her parents, drinks a good deal (I so do understand that), thinks politics can't continue on their current path (AH! Young Liberals), and loves indy music and scene...and dancing with bitter black men...and sitting close and talking....and cuddling....Yeah...Yeah...
I have digits and a tentative date for tuesday night. You'll all see how pissed I am come tuesday. Or happy. whichever--I still have more things to come tomorrow...and assuming that I don't freak out at poker night (Sumday at Brian's place), I'll still have money left for tuesday night! Oooooooo--um...
Man. I'm so out of it. This'll be an interesting date type thing after tonight. Because she sooooooo understood the "I'm not driving and have to get as hammer'd as possible. She freaking bought me my last drink and a shot of the vicious "Tequilla" shot. Oh. Dear. God. I'd be remiss if I *didn't* call her back after all the things that we have weathered.
And we did a little bit of the making out thing.
Overall, I'd say it's been a fair weekend. Let's see how long this can last.
Thank you and have a pleasant goodnight.
Thank you Dave for driving. Oh god yes, thank you for driving...
OH, and yes, Noah...the whole thing with the 18 year olds...EVIL AS FUCK!
