Boner on the dance floor

RYAN: Who's your designated driver?
RICHARD: I'm my designated driver. I'm pacing myself.

I wore my Gryffindor uniform to Richard's party last night.

• I bought Richard a Scotch & Soda. Then bought one for myself.
• Richard had a friend named Jillian, who was dark-haired and taller than everyone. She felt awkward because she only knew Richard. She was also checking out girls' boobs. She's in my database.
• Richard drunkenly handed me his camera and told me to take pictures.
• Tiffany - who once drunkenly said, "Me plus Asian is like [makes a heart shape]" (see entry 3/17/10) - was flirting with me hard. But I hate her new haircut. Had she kept it the way it was, I would've tapped that.
• Colin cut off his long hair as well. Boo.
• Tiffany's friend, Cynthia, was playfully irritated that I kept taking her picture without warning. She has the short pixie hair going on, which I'm starting to come around to now that Emma Watson has it too. But Cynthia also kept trying to get me to hit on Tiffany.
• Richard had a cute, thick friend named Rachel. She's in my database. She was upset that her ex-boyfriend was there.
• But Rachel's ex-boyfriend turned out to be cool as he bonded with me over Harry Potter, most likely a plea that I won't bang Rachel.
• There was some random long-haired, blond chick in a short skirt green dress and boots who's now also in my database.
• Some chick dressed as a B-Girl pulled me into her on the dance floor.

My Facebook status was them updated to:

Random cute chick just started grinding up on me on the dance floor ... I have a boner. And I'm drunk-Facebooking.

RYAN: What happened to pacing yourself?
RICHARD: That went out the window as soon as you guys came.

Richard then drunkenly kept spinning on his chair, albeit looking passed out. I texted Matt:

Sitting next to a nearly passed out Richard. It's his Birthday. And I got a boner from a cute chick grinding on me on the dance floor. Wish you were here.

RYAN: Are you OK?
RICHARD: (Slurred speech) Yeah! Fuck you!

Came home, slept, woke up, rocked at guitar practice, and now it's time to go to Pasadena to watch Martha and Paul's band.