This Is The Most Public of My Many Humiliations

Tuesday, December 14, 2004

The van comes to a halt, and we all jump out. Most of the guys start to piss in the parking lot. It was colder then an Eskimos boogers so I didn't want to waste any time getting to the club.

We get in, and it seems the have made some changes since I was last here. The seated sections is now covered with curtains and has a nice fireplace inside. We all sit down, almost 10 guys in a club that seems to be filled with other guys. It is still early, so I am not to worried. I know it is industry night, and the strippers and hot bartenders will be walking in the door soon.
Austin had invited some friends of his from in the city, and the music was starting to get good, it looked like the beginning of a great night.
The army showed up, in full uniform, and one of the army women was Michael Jackson. For real Michael Jackson, fully dancing as soon as she walked in the door, until the second she left. Conor had a heart to heart with the paratroopers on the roof top, he went on for hours and hours about how much he respected them, and loved them for not agreeing with war in Iraq, even though technically, it wasn't in anyway their decision not to fight.

I met a girl named Sarah, that completely entertained me for the evening. Not only was she hilarious, she was to beautiful for words. She told me how she is going to Panama over the christmas break, and I let her know how jealous I was, and how I had always wanted to go there, but my one attempt of going failed miserably. It was a love/hate relationship. She loved to hate me, and I hated to love her. I let her take some pictures with my camera, laughed as she took a picture of Michael Jackson, and the old dude with an underbite. We smoked a lot of smokes, and tried to get interviewed by this really strange newspaper dude from Kansas. He was to strange for us so we went inside. She told me she didn't like dance music but I asked her if she wanted to come to afterhours and party some more anyways. She wanted to come, as did her cute friend Bianca. We all pile into cabs and head down the street to the after hours. I get out run up to the door and of course it is closed. Sarah and Bianca decided to go home as it was getting late. Austin and I wondered around the streets, waiting for our ride home. We got home and watched movies all night and played war with a deck of cards with only 25 cards in it.

It was a greatly entertaining night, the loaner minivan served its purpose. Sarah you are great.
That is all.

killed softly at 12/14/2004 01:20:00 PM

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