Let's start with Chase's pictures of 12d.
If you missed it, well, fail.
Bitch, please. It was awesome.
The afterparty was fun too. "Bambou." lol. I wanted to leave a bit early (my calves were killing me* from the dancing), but I was reprimanded on how lame it would be if I left early. (1230 didn't seem early). I purposely didn't take my credit card.**
And then as usual, a few drunkards had to be taken home. :)
I woke up at noon, with the most intense jonesin' for a Vietnamese sandwich, evar, west of the Mississippi.***
So I made it happen.
It was glorious. Mmm, you can almost taste the awesomeness.
Then I went to the business center of my apartment, working, chatting, etc.
All of a sudden:
me: FUCK THEY LOCKED ME IN
This is not the first time. I'm usually in a corner hidden from the entrance. So I clamored, and they let me out. It was either that, or throw a chair through the window and rappel down the north wall, NOC-style.
One day, in another life, maybe. (The NOC thing, not rappelling around the apartment complex, already done, kthx).
Plan for rest of the day. RHCP + do laundry.
*: Not a +Homan's sign. I checked.
**: "Purposely", meaning I assigned some purpose to losing it in my apartment.
***: Respect, if you get this reference. Without Googling it.
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