here is something funny i forgot to mention that happened at the ethopian place friday nite — me and sarah are dancing with all these chief playas and are the only white people in the whole place including noel and fil anyway i’m all dancing like no tomorrow and this baller type guy comes up to me and is like are you here with your boyfriend? and i said yeah and he goes where is he? and i point at fil and say HE’S THE GUY OVER THERE IN THE SWEATER.

ahahha.

that place is so tiny and all my key dance moves involve raising my arms and punching them in the air and everytime i did it i would punch the ceiling or a beam. when we left our waitress was like you better come back and i said fucking right i will. she loved us cos we ordered four rounds of black russians and they didn’t have any milk so it was just the vodka and the kahlua except noel had them with bailey’s for the milk so like a three booze drink with no mix the funny thing is the waitress was very apologetic for not having milk so she is like but i have bailey’s. nice.

but after awhile it got a little creepy and out of hand, i went down to the bathroom and this guy followed me and pretended to be on the fone in the hallway so when i finished up i ran past him and up the stairs but as i passed he clicked his fone shut and said BYE HUN and i half turned to acknowledge him and cos i was runwalking i almost ran into a fucking wall AWESOME. ps dude who goes down the stairs to the basement to talk on a cellfone better reception down there buddy? must be. pfft.

ok fil just informed me that black russians don’t have milk so the waitress was wrong in offering milk anyway whatever when the bill came it was written in all these squiggles and letters that don’t even exist i was like ok i know i’m wasted but i can at least read but this is fucked what are these words beside these prices? i wish i took a picture of the bill.