Good Times, Good Times

Last night at Nina's and Anne's party at D. Martini's. People always think I'm missing out when I don't drink alcohol, but really, I don't. I like watching my friends get all drunk and besides, my clubbing experience is like 54267 times better now that I go there with my (sexy) girlfriend. Some highlights:

-Nina getting crazy mad over the album Sharon made her. It wouldn't have been as good a gift if she wasn't mad

-Mike grabbing the boobs of our waitress

-Arvin picking up guys

-the waitress spilling three drinks on BJ

-watching Mike, Arvin and BJ getting really shitfaced

-watching Jeff make a grand entrance with his broken leg and dancing and macking on Allison

-giving the fingers to Mike to do it to Anne's manicurist

-dancing with my girl (despite her objections)

-making fun of Jeff being jealous that Mike grinded with Allison

All in all, a good night with the exception of it being really hot and steamy (and not the good hot and steamy).

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Then today a still-drunk Mike calls at 945am (after going to bed at 430am). He said "let's go to Kelsey's for lunch." So him, myself, Nina, Liz, Anne, Jeff and Arvin went (Mike even called BJ although BJ was prolly still hungover and plus he was working night shift tonight. Everyone totally imagined a cranky BJ. And he wonders why people think he's sungit...lol).

So there was a method to Mikes madness as he ended up treating everyone for his birthday. Score! Holee Carlsburg Years.

Then we went to Square One. I bought two books on Poker and How to Win at the Casino (seriously, I'm not addicted). Oh, and two words are now in the vocabulary amongst my friends: October 2007.

Yikes!