cirdt

last night:

drunken karaoke.

FreakPirate now has my permission, nay, my express request, to punch me right in teh face next time i suggest that we should do shots.

it's been a looong time since i've had the pleasure of debating the relative merits of throwing up to make myself feel better. oh tequila, why?

but it was a good time. we had a conversation with our cab driver about hummus. it was awesome. and apparently there's a restaurant downtown that his wife cooks at which makes excellent tabouli. best as i can make out from my drunken scrawlings it's called "Ramsey Resatau" I think that last word is supposed to be restaurant.

also, my favorite quote from last night:

"when i'm going to be randomly sodomizing bad karaoke singers, i don't need to see their face. i want it to be nice and impersonal."
-FreakPirate

i think that was in response to some guy singing Enrique Inglesias. i am so not granting him the courtesy of googling him to spell the name correctly.