Cliff Notes version of my weekend:
-Track day buzz wearing off. Decide to get drunk.
-Hit on cute asian girl that my yellow-fever Hispanic friend is jocking. Chat with her all night. Don't ask for her number for f33r of cockblocking. Though I wasn't blocking anything. He had no game.
-Told an annoying stripper I was seeing to **** off.
-Saturday night was a flop. Got home at 5am with nothing to show for it.
-Pick up my love, RC51. Put my street plastics and tank back on. Ride 40 annoying minutes back to my house.
-Stop by the gas station and bump into really REALLY hot former stripper. Get her number. Feel like King Dingaling for getting hot chick's number at the gas station. Everyone there must think I'm the shizzle and they hate me for it.
-Stick Gatorade bottle in my clocks. It slips down by my forks and jams my steering. Forgot that I did the same thing about 2 years ago.
-Clean up and head over to Sundown@Social. Target rich environment. Got stuck in line hell though cuz I didn't know the doorguy. Bump into another hot former stripper. Get her number. Life is good.
One of the girls with us makes a comment about this random chick's boobs and how she must be a stripper too. I wave at her and say "Hi, Kita!"
I inform her that I do know her and yes she is a dancer. Lots of cute non-stripper people there too.
-Head over to Rick's. Stripper I told to **** off is staring at me like I'm going to talk to her. haha. Really cute waitress complains about old dude asking her for a kiss. So I offer one instead. Life is good.
Not a whole lot of progress this weekend, but fun nonetheless. Always nice getting a couple new leads.
