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went to my roommate's work party last night at this irish pub, to kind of bail him out from having to talk to work people all night. he left around 8.15 to go play basketball, and i stayed, talking to this girl that was also someone's friend that didn't know anyone else there. then as all those work-people began to drift off, some guys that this girl knew came in and we started talking to them some. then this horrible U2 cover band started playing (they were really like U2 impersonators), so we split to go to this bar next door where these guys were regulars. walked in there and i think that place might be "family" connected. italian bartender, all this gangland stuff all over the walls, jukebox full of frank sinatra and louis prima and stuff ... i dunno. and then when i was finally leaving (around 1.30) they were all saying stuff like "you come back here anytime, jonathan, you got friends here. you know Rocko (the bartender) now, so you come back anytime"

heh alright

oh also, i don't really understand people, and i guess they don't understand me. i thought it would be amusing to go to this work party dressed like crap, so i wore faded levi's with a hole in the crotch, a KISS t-shirt, and my checkered slip-on vans. somehow this ended up being a huge fashion hit with these people. you gotta be kiddin me.

anyways, so this afternoon i'm grilling a rack of lamb and some asparagus, and making some mashed potatos to go with. i love cooking.