Went to a pretty badass bar a few weeks back. Had my friend Jon, who very nicely drove us there and tried to keep me out of trouble. I am not sure if it worked as I was pretty slammered. Since I did not awaken in jail or with some weird perv in my house, i can only assume he preformed his duties admirably. Met a bouncer.
Everyone is right. If you fuck a bouncer, you get better privledges. Like being able to stay after everyone else and finish my drink at MY pace. And get more drinks after last call.
Surprisingly he is nice and funny. So far. I hold out hope he will get annoyed and freaked out by me like everyone else does. He has that potential.
Lovely Haley was there as our waitress. For anyone who cares, I would totally do nasty dirty things to her if she would let me.
Again with my friend Merry. This guy needs to be an alcoholic! He is way funnier when he's been drinking. (Still love you sober though sweetie).
He decided he just HAD to, would DIE if he didnt, learn how to sign to my deaf friends:
Word up Homie!
Word up Homeslice!
Whats up ni**er?
God, Please grant me the serenity to deal with this boy. Sometimes he is so embarassing and yet i just want to watch him fall in the proverbial poo. I am such a good friend.
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