Open Bar, Dude!
I have been having a great time! Everyone is awesome, and we were all BFF. We are visiting Bharat’s palatial Google estate in Chelsea (just down the street from the Rawhide bar, grrrrowl!) and there will soon be massive amounts of food delivered. My laptop has been unable to connect to the wifi in the hotel, so I’m depending on the kindness of strangers. Well, the kindness of Bharat. Anyway, I have to try and be a little bit social now. HAHAHAHAHA! I gave the first “toast” last night, and by toast I mean long winded, hysterically funny, and completely blue speech. Bharat’s was better, h0bbel’s was amazing, and I was closing out the open bar during Volksport’s speech (which got a lot of laughs, but free wine! Free Wine!).
Dubonnet! Delicious!
Farva’s Number 1!!!
You also called me twice last night. This time I saved the voicemails and I’m going to blackmail you. Actually not, more like payback for telling me all the stupid things that I did while I was really wasted at Paulapalooza.
Uhh, I got a call last night too. I didn’t save the voicemail, but let’s just say CJ wasn’t too impressed.
(ditto)
when jesse’s super drunk, his voice sounds like he’s going through puberty all-over-again.
and that’s…one to grow on!
This is why I don’t drink.
Damn, I didn’t get a call! But then again, I was probably sleeping.
You are still the nicest drunk I know. Aakem! Aakem! Aakem!