Blah, blah, blah with a smile = Lisa and I having verbal sex

Back to the old LSAT prep center for a workshop on how to write the Personal Statement in law school applications. I was late and there were only 2 chicks there, the same chick douchebags who walked in during my last practice test and I had to kick them out (see entry 6-4-10). It was being taught by Kate, whom Mike and I met last Monday when we missed our seminar because our LSAT went overtime. And then Ben walked in late. Yay, a familiar face.

• Kate was celebrating her "ReBirthday," or the anniversary of her open heart surgery.
• Kate's a writer and she says I'm "[her] kind of man" because I want to pursue Entertainment Law.
• Kate's impressed that I'm a stuntman.
• My ignoble goal for pursuing law is "To put my feet up on the couch with better shoes" whereas everyone else's boring goal was "Money."
• I've been established as the guy who screams, "Have my babies" at Kelly Clarkson concerts.
• The best theme for my Personal Statement might be "Sufficiency versus Excess," which could apply from Martial Arts to Entertainment Law.

RYAN: Most valuable lesson learned was probably from my instructor: the difference between self defense and excessive force.
KATE: That would be a great Personal Statement! [Turns to Ben] He's a stuntman. He's awesome.

You know, she's not too much of a looker, but she's still far from ugly. She's in her mid 30s, but not too old. I'd bang her just for being semi-flirty with me. Attitude-wise, she would've made a great stripper.

KATE: Have a nice weekend. And Ryan's my future Entertainment Lawyer.

Matt and I went to PWG. Bartender Lisa was there again after missing the last two shows, which the asian bartender (name's pronounced Re-shawn, but not sure how it's spelled) adorably did not appreciate since it left her to work alone. I used the news of Michelle expecting another little one as an excuse to talk to Lisa. Lisa responded with a smile, "Blah, blah, blah" -- OK, I didn't hear anything she said because I was too focused on her smiling at me and thinking it's like we're having verbal sex. But most likely she was saying, "Congratulations" to Michelle.

The chick who normally wears the flower on her ear was there. She's renewed in my database. I talked to Samantha during intermission. The conversation actually turned to ...

SAMANTHA: I'm sure I know who you're talking about (in terms of who's in your database).
RYAN: Uh oh.
SAMANTHA: I'll just assume I'm not in that group.
RYAN: No, you're not! I swear!

But Sam does sit with the same group that includes the chick who normally wears the flower on her ear, whom I'm also be busting a #3 to later.

Also, the chick that Chad and I both bust a #3 to was there as well. And so I texted Chad, who was absent. Chad texted back that he wanted to go, but "got kidnapped" and sent me a picture message of all these cholos.

Downside: I can't believe all they had was Bud Light and Miller Light on tap. So we downed two pitchers of Bud Light because Lisa said Bud tasted better than Miller. Matt and I ate at Norm's in North Hollywood later.