Four pitchers of Sam Adams Summer Ale on tap among a potentially new clique

Last night, Gabriel's Birthday party began at the White Harte Pub in Woodland Hills. His friend was named Sarah. I rocked my Taylor Swift shirt, which got me some good attention. I started the night with a pitcher of Blue Moon on tap.

• There was a curly haired chick named Donna who teamed up with Sarah to play darts against Gabe and me.
• Then the next team to play against Gabe and me was some dude and a chick named Heather (not to be confused with THE Heather). This Heather was familiar as she's a friend of Jennie from London and Conch. She would later add me on Facebook.
• A chick with curly hair and a hat named Amanda would remark to me that she can't stand listening to Kelly Clarkson, but she'll have sex with her. Something like that. I can't remember exactly. I was drunk. She pity-kissed Gabe, though.
• And I drunkenly hit two bulls-eyes.

SARAH: (While adding me on Facebook) There's a girl on your face!

We then made it to Scotland Yard Pub, where Gabe drunkenly bought me a Dry Black Thorn Cider on tap ... and then he vomited nonstop ... ultimately on himself as he fell out of Sarah's car and vomited while still face down. I had the munchies and stopped by Denny's on the way home.

Tonight, I went to PWG. James and his friend CJ were there. So was Samantha. Brandon and a couple of his buddies would arrive. We totaled four pitchers of Sam Adams Summer Ale on tap. The chick that Chad and I both bust a #3 to was also there. And the chick who normally wears a flower on her ear and I actually exchanged words as I inquired if her shorter boyfriend was passed out (which he was). That's, like, verbal sex between us! By the way, that quesadilla from the Taco Truck is good.