It's the fucking Catalina wine mixer

Last night, I had to finish Richard's last Guinness for him. There were a couple of chicks I eyed. Just for my own mental note: 1 had blond hair in a ponytail held by bobby pins. The other had light brown hair and looked like she was in high school, but couldn't be since it was a pub. I saved them in my database. Anyway, my status on facebook then read:

I'm wasted ... And my designated driver (Richard) is puking in the toilet. Fuuuuuuuuck.

RYAN: I can't believe it's only Saturday. The weekend just began. I'm trashed like I'm ready for Monday already.

We ate at Denny's at around 2:00AM. I had the philly cheesesteak with onion rings and orange juice. They accidentally gave me seasoned fries at first, but then brought my onion rings and let me keep the fries at no charge. Score. Was too tired to extract the database when I got home. Slept.

Today, read more of Peter and the Sword of Mercy at Barnes and Noble. Then failed at all attempts to go to Oktoberfest in Alpine Village in Torrance. Goddammit. It was the last weekend too. I'll have to buy my own bratwurst and beer some time, but after Monster Massive (gotta look ripped when I walk around with no shirt on). Visited Brian at the GNC. Talked about tonight's UFC PPV main event: Lyoto Machida vs. Mauricio "Shogun" Rua. Mark invited me to watch it with him at a bar in Huntington Beach. But Tiwat didn't feel like going and I didn't wanna drive alone.

Watching Step Brothers on TV and then off to the gym and then watch the UFC fights online illegally.