11/11/11

Oh yeah! At guitar practice, I finally reached the 6th page of this eight-page "starting to become a pain in the ass" Paco de Pena song. I'll be practicing the last two pages at home and finally have it done by next week!

At the mall, I randomly caught up with fellow gym rat, Brian (not to be confused with Brian formerly at the GNC).

BRIAN: (Referring to my shirt) What's up, Pacquiao!

And then it was time to party. Amy invited me through Facebook to this bar in La Crescenta that was having free beer tasting! As soon as I tasted these IPA's, Amy found me and said that we're moving to another location. I ended up not spending money when the IPA I ordered ran out as it only filled up mid-glass.

I was then reacquainted with this couple that I had drunkenly met with Richard back in my 2010 Birthday. (See entry 5/1/10.) I then realized that the chick's name was Kerry, not Karen as I had drunkenly heard it back then.

KERRY: Are you Richie's buddy?
RYAN: Yeah, I met you at my Birthday. Richard and I took you two home.
KERRY: Both of us?
RYAN: Yeah, and after we took you home, Richard pulled over somewhere to vomit. And when we reached my house, I vomited.

On the way to some impromptu house party, I accidentally got lost.

GUMBY: (On the phone) What are you looking at right now?
RYAN: I'm looking at St. Francis High School right now.
GUMBY: All the way over there, huh?

I rendezvoused with Amy and Gumby at Ralph's where I found out that Amy and I share the same favorite beer: Sam Adams. She bought a 12-pack of the winter variety. At the impromptu house party, Amy, Gumby, and I were the only ones who didn't smoke the marijuana, but pretended we did just to appease everyone. Team America: Wold Police was playing in the background. Highlight: Trying a new Sam Adams flavor called Bonfire.