"You're gonna get me divorced!"

Did my 21st day of legs at the gym before picking up Matt to go to PWG. After the lines were split into "presale" and "buying tickets at the door," I was 1st in the latter (1st time ever being 1st in a PWG line). Some weird guy named Craig, who spent most of his life working at circuses, waited next to us being weird the whole time, but left right before they let us in. Weird.

Samantha brought some pizza and insisted that I force some of it into Matt so we don't have a repeat of Matt's puking after beer.

This is the 2nd time that bartenders Lisa and the Asian one (pronounced re-shawn, but not sure how to spell it) weren't there. Darn it! I caught Chad looking at the chick we both bust a #3 to. Chad then looked at me ...

CHAD: You're gonna get me divorced!

(Reference to text messages from me about said chick that Chad had to delete before his wife saw them.)

The chick that normally wears the flower on her ear was there, but no flower on her ear this time. She sits with Sam's group.

During intermission, Sam was venting about losing a guy she loved and a guy she was hooking up with at the same time. Damn it, this info of hooking up doesn't help get her out of my head ...

Pause. It all started months ago when Sam, who's aight-looking after all, inadvertently incepted (coined after movie Inception) an idea to get in my database. But I don't like busting a #3 to friends - because they're friends! - so since then I've been like, "Get out of my head, get out of my head ..."

CHAD: I think friends can get married, but they just can't fuck. That's just my opinion.

Sam then explained why she disagrees.

RYAN: Did Sam just imply she's OK with friends with benefits.
MATT: She didn't imply ... She flat out said she's OK with friends with benefits.

I got a pitcher of Deadlift Imperial IPA, which is 8.6% alcohol per volume. We discovered Chad's a lightweight. Later, as Sam was walking over the chairs behind me while rocking out to some music ...

SAM: Don't worry, I'm not gonna start dancing behind your head.
RYAN: ...
INNER RYAN: (Sarcastically) Oh, like you'd protest.

Damn it, I swear she's doing this on purpose! (The trying to incept herself into my database, that is.)

Matt and I ate at Norm's afterward. Went home, fired up the porn, and busted a #3 to Sheryn from last night.