1 Ryan to 8 Australians

I traveled west and stopped by the mall in that city. From there, maps.google.com epicly failed in navigating me to Top Rocking class, but I got there only ten minutes late. Minor setback: I accidentally shuffled twice when I was supposed to only shuffle once and exclaimed, "Oh, whoops!" to everyone's comic relief. Highlight: Eric blanked out once and had to follow me to regain rhythm! Me!

In the coffee room, there were eight chicks whose accents I think were Australian. I think. I'm getting better nowadays in differentiating between Celtic, South African and Australian accents. One of them asked how is "massacre" spelled. Another answered, "M-A-double-S-A-C-R-E." Teehee. She said, "double-S" instead of, "S-S." Later when I was walking around, I saw that they were in the beginners' Salsa class. Ha! And Jojo claimed when I first met her that if I took the beginners' Salsa instead of skipping to the intermediate I would be stuck with old people wanting to learn how to dance for weddings.

Afterward, I stopped by the place of the one who insists to be code-named "Choir Boy" to review FMA drills of vertical gunting (scissors) and hubad lubad.

Back at the mall in my stomping grounds, the chick who was more jackoffable as a blond before dying her hair dark brown was working at Waba Grill Teriyaki House. Dana was working at Lush. I walked by as she had both hands on top of her head, a form which is usually seen when one is gyrating on the dance floor. Although in real life she was probably just fixing her hair. Still, provocative. Double score in the database!

I traveled west again to some bar called Viva Cantina. Or I guess it was more of a restaurant with a bar in it since there were kids who looked like they were definitely under the age of twenty-one there, mosh-pitting while everyone who was of drinking age looked at them weird. I had promised Nate two days ago that I would check out his band. (See entry 12/15/11.) On the way there, I had made a wrong turn and came upon a group of high school, yet legal (I think), chicks at a crosswalk who needed a ride. Too bad I was in a hurry. I would've banged them in my car.

I have to say that Nate's band has some cute groupies. There was this one youngin' who reminded me of this chick named Maggie that I hooked up with in Las Vegas one time. But there was this chick, a blondish brunette with a short ponytail, who was bold enough to go into the cockfest of a mosh-pit for a couple of seconds, basically a timid hit-and-run. She's in my database out of respect.

Comically, Nate said he hated his job at Hot Topic. It turns out that the last time I saw him two days ago was his last day. Why? Because he's going to the Philippines for two years to do Humanitarian work! He'll be starting out in Baguio City.

RYAN: When do you leave?
NATE: Wednesday.
RYAN: I leave Wednesday!

What a coincidence! Anyway, mommy forgot dinner, so I drove down the cross street and brought it to her at her work.

I visited the teacher, Dave, in my unofficial tour of visits before leaving for vacation next week. He played a Jackie Chan movie called Little Big Soldier.

In my race to revisit past chicks in the database from this past year before the years is over, I busted a #3 to Amanda again, finishing whatever positions I couldn't get to last night, moved on to an old friend Arlene, then Dana who works at Lush, and finally finished to the Adele look-alike who works at the i Play & Talk kiosk.