- Lots of pizza for us because people were too scared to come due to the Carmageddon scare.
- This dude Ray and I contributing a dollar each so that Garry's other friend could buy his girlfriend Yolanda a $3 rose. We had to hand it to him under the table.
- By the way, Ray was wearing steampunk goggles.
RYAN: If you don't get laid, I'm gonna kill myself.
RAY: Yeah, I'm with him. If you don't get laid, I'm gonna kill him.
- Our waitress named Jax was very jackoffable. She's in my database.
- The cover charge was redeemable as two $5 vouchers for drinks. Sweet. And then they served Sam Adams on tap.
- Champagne was good.
GARRY: (About Jax) I don't know when or where, but someday, I'm gonna have sexual relations with her.
RYAN: That's what I always say about Kelly Clarkson.
On the dance floor, where Guns n' Roses' songs Welcome to the Jungle and then later Sweet Child O' Mine were played, I was retardedly dancing as if no one was watching (everyone else was too) when some white chick in a short skirt dress came up to me and said, "(WTF tone of voice) What are you doing." She reminded me of a chick named Samantha a grade below me back in high school, but with the eyes of indy pro-wrestler Buggy. She said her name's Desiree, she's from Florida, and that I had the best hair there. She's in my database.
I went home and busted a #3 while screaming Desiree's name. It was good.
Today was detox day. It was the annual Cruise Night in Glendale where Brand Boulevard was closed to display vintage cars. This chick named Vicki who used to work at Hot Topic, and whom I suspected as reporting to my stalker whenever she saw me, now works at this girly store called Justice right next to Hot Topic. She still smiles whenever she sees me. She's not my type, but tolerable enough that I'd hit it to be nice.
I drank the last bottled shot, which was Cherry flavored, and chased it with a Sam Adams Summer Ale. Then I busted a #3 to that waitress Jax from last night.
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