Busted a #3 to my Geography professor for the first time since college

Today was rockstar Dave's Birthday. Went to church. Then went to Red Robin. Jazz was working. There was an empty table among the ones she was serving. I went for it ... and cockblock! The cockblocking hostess sat me in the corner in the other room!

Then Kenny, my college roommate Dewitt's friend, whom I haven't seen in years was sat at the table next to me. He had his girlfriend with him. It was fucked up because I thought his girlfriend was his mom at first. Glad I didn't say it out loud.

KENNY: What was your name again.
RYAN: Jacob.
KENNY: Right! I knew that!
RYAN: No, it's Ryan.
KENNY: Oh, right, well, you look like that Jacob kid from Twilight.

They were shopping for his girlfriend's new clothes because Kenny shrunk them in the laundry.

KENNY: I was just doing the laundry like how Ryan taught me at the dorms!

While I was home alone, I resumed last night's to-do list of chicks to bust a #3 to and finally got to Erica. Then randomly remembered my Geography professor from CSUN, Meredith Leonard, and busted a #3 to her as well.

I went to Dave's Birthday at Hollywood Studio Bar and Grill. It was some kind of kareoke night. Only 2 jackoffable chicks:

• Some redhead whom I think they called Nicole. She wore all black and kind of resembled the secretary at CSUN's film department, whom I've also busted a #3 to. She wasn't necessarily obese, but bigger than Kelly Clarkson with thick thighs. She sang Bryan Adams' Summer of '69.
• A brunette who was the only bad singer, but so bad that I couldn't even make out what she was singing. She had the smallest tattoo on her shoulder, as if she was too scared to get a tattoo, but needed it to look "cool," like a poser. I want to have anger masturbation (as opposed to anger sex) with her as punishment for being a poser.