So last night, i went to tryst for their valentine’s day party, tho it wasn’t really much of a party, just a typical night with people sitting around with faces lit up in blue by their laptop screens. Though I do recall giving some guy who was coding javascript behind me a really good idea for a million dollar website.
But a good time was had by all. I saw this guy there. My Most Recently Single Friend (as of 7:55 pm EST on 2/14) and the Friend I Want To Be Roommates With (spring 2006 brings you - the pussy palace. 2 ladies and 3 cats)discussed the finer points of specialised internet dating sites, like for farmers and midgets, jacuzzis vs. bathtubs with jets, men who work with their hands, and how shitty boyfriends learn to outsource certain boyfriend duties to gay guys, like, "baby, I really don’t feel like going out to brunch and then shopping the outlet mall, why don’t you go with roberto instead?", and how whenever you go out drinking with a bunch of people, you should always buy the first round because then for the rest of the night people remember you bought the first round and you never have to buy another one again. Though I’ve had that backfire when it’s 2:17 am and you want to go home and someone makes you buy 6 cans of pbr that end up stacked and undrunk on the bar.So then we broke the cardinal rule of champagne which is: never drink champagne unless you want to get wasted and hungover.
We had three bottles, and since there were three of us, I guess we had a bottle each. Our waiter was super nice, I think we should have tipped him more. When I’m drunk I usually don’t tip well. Then we went to cheese spikes, but by then I was very slurry, which my handsome indian friend pointed out: “it’s so great to see you out and wasted on a tuesday!” I found $5 in my pocket, which let us pick 40 songs on the jukebox, but only 13 of them got played. Someone slow tackled me. I went home and ate couscous and showed up 2 hours late for work and missed a phone interview, but now I have lots of funny stories to tell. Yay valentine’s day.
But a good time was had by all. I saw this guy there. My Most Recently Single Friend (as of 7:55 pm EST on 2/14) and the Friend I Want To Be Roommates With (spring 2006 brings you - the pussy palace. 2 ladies and 3 cats)discussed the finer points of specialised internet dating sites, like for farmers and midgets, jacuzzis vs. bathtubs with jets, men who work with their hands, and how shitty boyfriends learn to outsource certain boyfriend duties to gay guys, like, "baby, I really don’t feel like going out to brunch and then shopping the outlet mall, why don’t you go with roberto instead?", and how whenever you go out drinking with a bunch of people, you should always buy the first round because then for the rest of the night people remember you bought the first round and you never have to buy another one again. Though I’ve had that backfire when it’s 2:17 am and you want to go home and someone makes you buy 6 cans of pbr that end up stacked and undrunk on the bar.So then we broke the cardinal rule of champagne which is: never drink champagne unless you want to get wasted and hungover.
We had three bottles, and since there were three of us, I guess we had a bottle each. Our waiter was super nice, I think we should have tipped him more. When I’m drunk I usually don’t tip well. Then we went to cheese spikes, but by then I was very slurry, which my handsome indian friend pointed out: “it’s so great to see you out and wasted on a tuesday!” I found $5 in my pocket, which let us pick 40 songs on the jukebox, but only 13 of them got played. Someone slow tackled me. I went home and ate couscous and showed up 2 hours late for work and missed a phone interview, but now I have lots of funny stories to tell. Yay valentine’s day.
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