A Ghost of Christmas Pasts as I've busted a #3 to all of the above girls

While firing up the porn, I stumbled on to a video where some German chick's face looked like that of my high school classmate Heather (not to be confused with my friend Heather). I then busted a #3 to my high school classmate Heather.

I ate at Red Robin. My high school role model Tommy was there with his girlfriend Jan. He explained he blocked his Facebook because he didn't want his students and fellow Marines seeing his civilian life of partying. This dude Arturo who was a counselor at CSUN stopped by and remembered me.

ARTURO: Do you still have your skateboard?
RYAN: It's in my trunk right now.

Anyway, cockblock #1: I was sitting at a table next to Jazz's tables, but she still wasn't my waitress. Cockblock #2: I had clear shots to take footage of Jazz with my spy cam ... but then my spy cam's battery died!

We didn't exchange any words, but there was one time when I had trash on my table and Jazz walked by to clean off my trash. So we sort of interacted. Sort of.

Then it was time to go to a tavern called Casey's in Canoga Park, next door to Scotland Yard Pub, because my buddy Jennie was visiting. I met Jennie at Electric Daisy Carnival (EDC) 2007. She lives in London now. Others present whom I've met once in the past: 1) Heather (also no to be confused with my friend Heather) who was gaga over me when we first met because she's a nerd Harry Potter fan and I was wearing my Hermione shirt then, and also because I was 24 while she in her 30s. 2) Carmen whom I met through Conch, a mutual friend of Jennie and mine. 3) Megan who looks like Nicole Kidman and whom I met at Jennie's house. This felt like a Ghost of Christmas Pasts event as I've busted a #3 to all of the above girls.

MEGAN: Good to see you again. Nice hair.
RYAN: Thanks. You too.

Jennie recommended a Woodford & Coke for me. She also told me about a drink called an Old Fashioned that taked eight minutes to make and is unknown to American bartenders.

MEGAN: Ryan's cute.
JENNIE: Megan's blatant!

Holy crap! Someone I've once busted a #3 to said that I'm cute. I don't think such a feeling was ever reciprocated. Ever. Like, what the fuck do I do now?

Some dude named Steve (not to be confused with my friend Steve), a chick named Danielle, and I were left alone to talk when neither of us smoked cigarettes. The point is: Steve, whose family is "really Italian" that he can't eat Pizza Hut, recommended something called Mulberry Street Pizza. That's got to be some kind of pizza.

Jennie revealed that one of the reasons she moved to London was because of her car accident where the driver didn't tell her that she had downed half a bottle of tequila beforehand, the car got T-boned, and the jaws of life were required to extract them. Luckily, the swastika-looking scar on her left cheek that the plastic surgeons had to make healed.

JENNIE: If I didn't move, I felt like LA was going to kill me.