Dayum

Just a few notes about last night.

At a bar my friend AA had some some dude hitting on her and she wasn't feeling it. So she says I am her b/f. He's a very large black man and asks me something like "Is this you're first time dating a Nubian princess?" Alice, btw, is from Ghana. I apparently didn't sell the whole b/f thing very well and he told me to look him in his eye with my glasses off and say that she's my g/f. Btw, this was all pretty playful. It's not like this was some sort of confrontation. He then said he believed me and that I look like a "cage fighter" with my glasses off.

I lost my shirt. Literally. T'was just a plain white work shirt. Oh well. It had a small hole in it anyhow.

I lost my shirt. Figuratively. I somehow managed to spend $100 and so many people were buying me drinks.

Last night was the most fun I've had in a while. Today was the worst hangover I've had in a while.

Sleeping in a bed is nice.