jacquesdemolay

Had quite a night last night. Went with some friends to Red. Excellent restaurant, best damn steak I've ever had. Then we went to Barb and Alex's and played a couple games of poker. I bought some real clay chips recently, and they're much more fun to play with than the cheap plastic ones. Also, Iggy Pop is the perfect poker music. We ended the night at Kobalt (stupidest name for a bar ever) where, having been at Red, we were quite overdressed. We told everbody that we had just come from Edward Furlong's funeral. Several people believed us. I'm wondering when they'll figure it out. All together it amounted to about 8 hours of drinking, and as a result I'm fairly certain that I will be unable to speak English today.