Um.
I met a cute girl last night. She spoke French, knows what a 'heresiarch' is, and comes from far, far away.
Hmmm.
::raises eyebrow::
I sense some non-capsicum-based candlelit dining in the near future.
I met a cute girl last night. She spoke French, knows what a 'heresiarch' is, and comes from far, far away.
Hmmm.
::raises eyebrow::
I sense some non-capsicum-based candlelit dining in the near future.
Brief plans with a strange girl that ended up, seven hours later, with myself at the Mezzanine, listening to the worst (unknowing) Cure cover band EVER, doing tequila shots with drunken security staff, check.
Getting drink tickets and comped entry at a club I've never been to before, check.
Telling a fat, drunk, British hipster that if he didn't stop pointing his finger in my face, I was going to bite it off, check.
Getting a big hug from a psychotic Samoan who insisted that we were both from Brooklyn, check.
Rockstar parking at the DNA, check.
Spontaneously nominating myself as the newest member of DNA security staff, check.
MORE drink tickets, check.
Deciding that Asian hip-hop nights are FUNNY, check.
Being the WORST poker player ever at the Legion of Decency, check.
Drunk as a saint, check.
Fights started: zero.
Fights prevented: several.
Quantity of alchohol consumed: Lots.
So, who's down for lunch?