a history of me

I went up to see my friends last night. We all got together for a party at Dylan's house. Imagine my surprise when my sister was at the party! No one told me she was even invited. We all had a great time. We played poker (no money at stake) for a long time and we had more than a few drinks. I had bought something called Arrogant Bastard Ale to try but it tasted like shit. I need to pick a drink and stick with it; these random high-alcohol brands are terrible more often than not.

We stayed up very late talking about a broad range of topics, most of which I dare not repeat here. Nothing perverted but trust me, they're not to your liking. I don't remember when I went to sleep but I was up real early this morning. I ended up thumbing through Dylan's bookshelf to pass the time, spending most of my time reading Naked by David Sedaris. It was damn funny and I had to struggle to keep quiet so as not to wake my sleeping friends.

I came back to the city in the afternoon and I had a blind date with someone I met on Craigslist. My sister was all nervous about it, warning me that she might try to rob me. Nothing like that happened of course, but it didn't work out so well either. Maybe it was nerves, maybe it was the pressure of seeing each other for the first time, but we didn't get along in person nearly as well as we had gotten along online.

After we parted ways I went over to the Otafuku for a little dinner/pick-me-up. Walking to the bus stop I was ran into Ken-chan from Albany! He actually spotted me crossing the street and called out to me. He was with a bunch of friends on their way somewhere so we couldn't chat, but that was cool to see him there.

Another long week of job searching ahead. Dammit this is dull.