So I'm sitting here at the local coffee shop, drinking a double latté (not bad, by the way) and recovering from my night of debauchery. Some highlights:
- Bro date at the strip club
- Jabba the Hut's female human-hybrid descendant in a pink shirt, sitting in a dark corner watching the girls by herself.
- Both of us attempt to photograph this visual atrocity. Photography intercepted by security, verbally warned.
- Follow random skank to house party in the boonies. I am glad I'm armed, in case they decide they need my kidneys. Or my car.
- No one attempts to steal my organs or primary mode of transportation.
- Watch buddy vomit violently out my window. Most of it ends up on my paint and/or door panel.
- Clean vomit (my favorite!) at 4am in barracks parking lot, much to the amusement of passers by. Assholes.
Average night, really.
I'm going to go buy a new PS3 game and hide in my room all day. Carry on.
Edit: bought Skyrim... finally. Goodbye social life, see you in a month or two.
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