"You guys just missed nipples because you were too busy talking about penises!"

We had a substitute teacher named Jolee in Top Rocking class today. There were only three other students: A fat Thai guy named Bop (Americanized version of his name) and a chick named Asunta, both of whom are regulars. But the third guy is named Eric. Most importantly, Eric was the substitute teacher on my first day, whom I've been saying is better than the regular teacher.

JOLEE: Any music requests?
ERIC: (Joking) Bieber!
JOLEE: I don't think I have that one-- (Serious, disappointed in himself) Oh wait, I do ...

The ones who insist on being code-named "Choir Boy" and "G" were to check it out, but arrived late. They were watching through a creak in the back door. The redemption of being back in my element, or "all smiles" as "Choir Boy" would later put it, felt so good after last week's suicide-inducing trying out of the Lockin' class.

"Choir Boy" would then drag "G" to try Lockin' with him. Parallelism: When watching thriugh a creak in the front door, "G" was standing in the back looking depressed, exactly as I had been last week in that class.

At "Choir Boy"'s place, we watched Vanishing on 7th Street before going to eat at P.F. Chang's outside the mall of the city that neighbors my city, blasting Justin Bieber's Baby along the way. Mental note: Armin Van Buren has a song called In And Out Of Love, which "G" has on his music selection.

On the way to Hot Topic, we unexpectedly saw my local buddy, free-runner Tony. I never expected to see him there since Glendale was usually his territory, but I guess that explains why I haven't seen him in a while. Anyway, the [Harry]Potterhead was finally renewed in my database as she was working. She had noticeably red lipstick. But I told "Choir Boy" and "G" that she wasn't there to avoid them, for example, embarrassing me in front of her in case that was their intention of wanting to see her.

At P.F. Chang's, there was this really jackoffable hostess. She was a white chick, natural blond (as opposed to bottle blond) hair that parted on the left and the left side underneath it was clipped back. I think the eye liner was noticeable. She was tall for a chick, but shorter than me like pretty chicks should be; tall enough that I wouldn't have to squat so much if hypothetically having standing-up-sex with her. I got a few of her facial expressions in my database as well: the generic look, the "oh shit" look, the "oh really" look, and just a wide-eyed look. I also saw her yawning, so I know how'd she look if she was hypothetically orally-copulating me.

By the way, "Choir Boy"'s theory on dress codes in the "LA market": No one wears ties after 6:00PM during the weekend. Supposedly. Never heard that one before.

Speaking of which, a guy was wearing a tie and talking to two chicks to the side of us. I wasn't paying too much attention to the chicks as I was too busy studying the hostess. But "Choir Boy" thought the one on the left was wing-woman to the other whereas I was sure it was the other way around. The one on the left was just cute while the one on the right was trying too hard to look hot.

At a DVD rental booth, "G" and I did a good deed when two black chicks forgot the DVD they rented and we gave it to them. (Insert immature laugh regarding "we gave it to them.") We rented Never Back Down 2. Holy shit. Alex Meraz (best known as werewolf Paul from Twilight) and his Capoeira background made that movie far better than its prequel.

Line of the night: (When "Choir Boy" and "G" missed a scene with a chick's nipples because they were too busy talking about circumcisions ...)

RYAN: You guys just missed nipples because you were too busy talking about penises!

Oh, and don't expect me to remember everything I drank so far.

To Be Continued ...