I have no idea who that chick was…

Pay no mind to that drunken somber chick down there in the last post. Good thing she wasn’t in bed with me when I woke up. Hate when that shit happens. Like, “Get the fuck out!”

Ladies night was the obvious cause of drunken shenanigans on a Thursday night starting and ending with the familiar faces of the Kenilworth. Yes, I am Kenilworthy! Mid-between-time checked out Crazy Rita’s again. Met Larry — yeah, just can’t see myself dating someone named Larry and NoJobJim. Yes, that’s Jim the seriously attractive 37-year old with no job… and lives with his ex-girlfriend. He did say he was selling his house and moving to Phoenix… sounds very similar to someone else I know. (Not pointing fingers or anything). Regardless, I think I was wasted… no, I was wasted and gave them both my number. Feh.

Also, I have no idea who that person is with the 480-area code (Phoenix, oddly enough) that called 3 times between 3:30 and 6:45am Wednesday night (I guess that would be Thursday morning) then proceeded to text me: holla Cleveland what! during my Thursday night bar crawl. Big up to you, Chris Appleby, whoever the hell you may be.
Yes, my life is that interesting… or would you call that random?

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