and possibly more to come.
hey it was jasons birthday, and he felt old. so we got him insanely drunk and made random girls in the bar give him kisses becos it was his birthday.
i met a nice chick called amanda. i think i'm cooking her dinner in a few days.
vodka is not my friend.
but white sambuca is.
cute little bar we went to but neither mike or i remember what it's called. it's probable we have brain damage or memory loss though.
even though i made a spectacular breakfast at 1:00 (pm that is)!
So we're mooching til we go to Mikes folks for dinner.
we might go see some baseball tomorrow or something.
ps. apparently when you say "Schapelle" (or rather Chapelle) in america, it means something totally different... it means "I'm Rick James, Bitch!"