Godamn, why am I still 20?! argh.

So, last night Emile, Kelly, Nicki and I go to the fish house. For some reason, we decide to ignore the 45 minute wait to eat outside and take that stupid fucking blinking buzzer. Oh yeah, I remember the reason...so the three of them could run up their tab at the bar. hah. god, i wish i was 21 sometimes. then the entire catholic/washington high school alumni prances in in groups of 3 or 4, with their stupid "what's up, old friend?" face, when we never talked in school. so, like an hour or so later, we get seated, but not before i see my two bosses walk in (which, by the way, was the sole reason i wanted to go there...they always pay for my check if i see them in public), and i clear my friends out of the bar just so they can sit down. so this crazy black man is my waiter. hah. he tried to tell me, along with nikki and kelly (BITCHESSSS!!!!) that dana carvey was NOT the man hired to drive richard pryor's car in "moving". anyone seen that movie?? yeah, right...it's him. it's fucking him. motherfucker's. anyways, haha, who better to know than the ppd and the fwc gang seated conveniently next to us. yeah, nikki, where's my $2,000?? you lost the shit out of that bet. anyways, as i'm about to ask for the check, the waiter informs me that two old drunk guys at the bar covered it for me. SCORE!!!! works every time.

sorry for the worst entry eveR.
but it made my night.