Tonight I have to write a paper and I can't get myself started. So once again I'll grease up the wheels inside my head by writing about something irrelevant. I may as well as finish that pointless lil recap of last Friday.
'A NIGHT IN DC' CONTINUED...
-I don't remember how I got to this point but I wrestled 2 guys at once and managed to pin both of them. Then Paul tripped I-forgot-who so perfectly that he just plopped face-first on a mattress lying on the floor. Male bonding at its best :cry:
-I'd never seen so many peeps at DPHH. Good thing the place, Buffalo Billiards, was huge. Good times. Wish we had arrived earlier, but in the condition I was in earlier, I might've tried to wrestle down some deaf professionals, a big no-no for networking. But then I'd have stood out in their memories, which is important for networking.
-There was a huge horse racing video game. About 7 or 8 people participating at once. The contestants first breed a horse—there's even a pedigree chart—then choose how to raise it. I remember some Chinese regiment was one of the options. When they finally get to race, they bop rhythmically on a big button.
-When B.B. was closing, 3 ladies decided to join us when we were leaving. Then I saw another girl I knew getting into her car. I had a feeling our ride had taken off already, so we joined her. We were still "alive" and impulsively decided to go to a houseparty. It was really lame, consisting of froshies making out under black lamps. We blew the joint.
-We walked a few blocks to my car and spotted some of my friends chatting on a porch so we joined them. Two guys immediately started hitting on one of the chicks, Julie. They refused to believe that she's married so she breezily flashed her wedding ring in their faces and walked off (to the kitchen, not out of the house ha), leaving them slack-jawed.
I guess it's a pretty good time to introduce Julie's blog—she graduated from CSUN, was just back in America after spending 2 years in Kenya as a Peace Corps volunteer and will start her grad studies at Gally this fall. Her accounts at her blog are so well written that it doesn't matter if you aren't particularly interested in Kenyan culture right now. And that the typeface's so frickin' tiny.
-It was 5 am and I was tired and hungry as hell. After posing for a few wacko photographs, we left.
-I went straight to bed and conked out without gulping some water, which means, yep, a hangover next day. Didn't do much that day. Watched a movie at a friend's pad (a laptop with a projector). Hebrew Hammer, a comedy about a Jewish crimefighter. Pretty good.
Okay, I shall attack the paper now *rolling up my sleeves*
'A NIGHT IN DC' CONTINUED...
-I don't remember how I got to this point but I wrestled 2 guys at once and managed to pin both of them. Then Paul tripped I-forgot-who so perfectly that he just plopped face-first on a mattress lying on the floor. Male bonding at its best :cry:
-I'd never seen so many peeps at DPHH. Good thing the place, Buffalo Billiards, was huge. Good times. Wish we had arrived earlier, but in the condition I was in earlier, I might've tried to wrestle down some deaf professionals, a big no-no for networking. But then I'd have stood out in their memories, which is important for networking.
-There was a huge horse racing video game. About 7 or 8 people participating at once. The contestants first breed a horse—there's even a pedigree chart—then choose how to raise it. I remember some Chinese regiment was one of the options. When they finally get to race, they bop rhythmically on a big button.
-When B.B. was closing, 3 ladies decided to join us when we were leaving. Then I saw another girl I knew getting into her car. I had a feeling our ride had taken off already, so we joined her. We were still "alive" and impulsively decided to go to a houseparty. It was really lame, consisting of froshies making out under black lamps. We blew the joint.
-We walked a few blocks to my car and spotted some of my friends chatting on a porch so we joined them. Two guys immediately started hitting on one of the chicks, Julie. They refused to believe that she's married so she breezily flashed her wedding ring in their faces and walked off (to the kitchen, not out of the house ha), leaving them slack-jawed.
I guess it's a pretty good time to introduce Julie's blog—she graduated from CSUN, was just back in America after spending 2 years in Kenya as a Peace Corps volunteer and will start her grad studies at Gally this fall. Her accounts at her blog are so well written that it doesn't matter if you aren't particularly interested in Kenyan culture right now. And that the typeface's so frickin' tiny.
-It was 5 am and I was tired and hungry as hell. After posing for a few wacko photographs, we left.
-I went straight to bed and conked out without gulping some water, which means, yep, a hangover next day. Didn't do much that day. Watched a movie at a friend's pad (a laptop with a projector). Hebrew Hammer, a comedy about a Jewish crimefighter. Pretty good.
Okay, I shall attack the paper now *rolling up my sleeves*
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