Saturday (Like that movie Friday, but starring Mark and I, and set in Glendale)

I bought milk and lots of water at Costco. Some old white lady wanted to fight me because she wanted my parking spot when I wasn't leaving yet.

I walked around the Red Robin. Jazz was working. Reached down my pants for a quick victory yoink.

Mark came over. From there, we headed to the Red Lion Tavern, where it's like Oktoberfest all year round, in Silver Lake for German food and German beer. Mark whispered to me that the older blond chick sitting adjacent to him had been checking me out.

RYAN: I'd hit it.
MARK: She smokes. Does it bother you?
RYAN: As long as I'm not facing her while doing her.

She's in my database. Also, the bartender was a brunette with really curly hair and minimal makeup with a cute face.

RYAN: I'd hit it.
MARK: Me too. And this ain't beer goggles yet.

The bartender also shared that "Spaten" was German for "shovel." We asked only because we needed her audio in our database.

MARK: There were real German chicks that showed up here when Germany was playing in the World Cup. And they were wearing those outfits that showed off their tits.
RYAN: Next time, invite me.
MARK: I didn't know you were into soccer!
RYAN: I'm not.

We got lost trying to find the strip club on Fletcher Drive afterward that we just went to my house and smoked hookah and experimented with Facebook. My status was then updated:

Mark Pot and I just figured out by ourselves for the first time, while smoking hookah right now, how to tag people in our statuses. (Like so.) Seriously, only right now. While smoking hookah as I type this. Pass the hookah, Mark Pot!

Later I busted a #3 to the bartender.