First, we bought flowers for Kate. The florist was a bottle blond who missed a few spots. She mentioned her boyfriend was bartending at EDC last night and made $3,000 in tips. Whatever, boyfriend. Your florist girlfriend is in my database.
At a sushi place down the street, the sushi maker (who interestingly wasn't Asian) was playing electronic music. The topic of EDC came up and it turns out that he sped down there by himself the night before as soon as he got off work.
SUSHI MAKER: Yeah, I received pics on my phone. My girlfriend looked all hagard, everyone was fucked up, by the time I got there I was the only sober one and everyone was talking all fast ...
War of the Worlds was playing on their TV.
EUGENE: (Referring to Dakota Fanning) She is so not a little girl.
STEF: (At me) Are you one of those guys who waits for cute girls to turn 18?
RYAN: You didn't know?
EUGENE: I never told her.
Anyway, tuna and salmon sushi, sake, and Eugene's Sapporo beer that he couldn't finish = I felt great!
SUSHI MAKER: I'm Isaac. What's your name?
I now know another raver in Palmdale. The only other one is that chick Allison, whom Mark knows I bust a #3 to. When Mark texted me, I said I was in Palmdale and could bust a #3 alone to that hometown connection with Allison. Anyway, Isaac mentioned some club or event called Musica in the Palmdale area.
I didn't have any expectations, but Eugene and Stef were so apalled by the lack of quality of their Les Miserables that we left during intermission. But I do want to bust a #3 to the chick who sang I Dreamed a Dream. Oh, and Brandon texted me:
Hi. I don't want to kill your buzz. But [Fedor Emeliamenko] lost by triangle [choke]. Roll for me will you? Dance and rill for mee
I forgot to tell him I was forced to skip EDC. At my house, I showed Eugene and Stef the movie The Foot Fist Way. They laughed and cried (tears of laughter). Then I went to the gym for cardio. Then I randomly busted a #3 to my old friend Rebekah.
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