At what is code-named the Superhero meeting last night, we watched Transformers: The Dark Side of the Moon on DVD. I had white wine, sake, and some kind of IPA.
I had a few weird dreams last night: 1) Tiwat and Gabe were double-teaming a chick and I think I was video-taping it. 2) I walked in on Martin Lawrence having sex with a chick, reverse cowgirl style. Lawrence seemed bossy while the chick looked bored. I thought it was a softcore style scene at first, but then noticed it was legitimate. 3) Something about Power Rangers, the fragments of the dream I can no longer piece together. That happens sometimes. End of dreams.
That Paco de Pena song En Las Cuevas is still coming along at guitar practice. I still can't believe it's eight pages long. But I got to take home sheet music for Rod Stewart's Maggie May in case I get bored. Vahik did mention how he was doing cigarette tricks for a couple of kids the night before that "fucked [him] up" as if he was high, though wasn't. He couldn't even walk down the street to Porto's Bakery afterward.
I carried my guitar with me around the mall like a chick magnet. Faith at Brookstone was renewed in my database. She had her hair down and was rocking the glasses today.
I chilled at home for a Friday night, watching WWE Smackdown and then firing up the porn to bust a #3 to Monica from Barnes & Noble. (See entry 9/14/11.) The one who insists on being code-named "Choir Boy" came up with a solution for me to cope with last week's debacle in Lockin' class. (See entry 9/10/11.) I'm giving it a try. Speaking of which, "Choir Boy" can't believe I'm going to bed at 11:00PM on a Friday right now.
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