I'm Still, I'm Still Jenny from the Blog

My eyes snap open. Why? I had been in a sound sleep, a sleep after a night of drinking. Something had to have woken me up? What was it? I listened.

Whispers. Whispers in the kitchen.

Girls. In our kitchen.

After last night, I immediately assumed it to be a 32 year-old Asian woman. More on that later.

Suddenly the fire alarm goes off. Apparently the girls are lighting our house on fire.

But I soon realized that the girls whispering in our kitchen were Joe's friends from BC who were visiting. They were over last night and promised to make us breakfast this morning. I must admit, although I was getting a free breakfast out of it, I was a little disapointed it wasn't a 32 year-old Asian woman.

Last night was awesome. It was a really good time. Originally we were supposed to go to some bar in Hollywood called Cinescape. Rumor had it that Woody and Joe's friend, a girl, was renting out the bar or something. It's a really nice bar, so we all wore blazers. In the house, we thought
we were bad ass, but once we were out and we realized we were six guys walking together ALL
wearing blazers, we felt kind of gay. It was kind of gay, actually.

We drank at the house and then left for the bar. The thing at Cinescape fell through because the girls couldn't get in or something, which didn't make sense to me because I thought they had rented the bar out. If they rented the bar out and still couldn't get in, then six guys in blazers were definitely not gonna make it. So the new plan was to go to the Roosevelt. While looking for a parking spot, we got the call that those girls couldn't get into the Roosevelt either, and were just going back to their place in Hermosa Beach. We figured that the bars were only open till 2 AM, and Hermosa Beach is open 24/7 so we'd hit the bars for a while and if we still fancied, we could go to meet those girls in Hermosa Beach later.

We met up with Caroline (Facebook Girl) and her friend from last weekend and started looking for a place to hang out. While walking along Hollywood Boulevard, the most ridiculous thing happened. A car with three Asian women was stopped at a light. The next thing I know, Jorge approaches the car, opens the door, and climbs in. This is no lie. The light turns green and the car speeds away. I figured it was one less blazer. We pressed on.

While walking by the Pig N' Whistle on Hollywood, the big black bouncer told Caroline and her friend it was free admission, so they went in. However, when the blazers went to get in, it was suddenly ten bucks a pop. Somehow, I ended up dropping a fifty dollar bill for the five of us. The other four guys would pay me back with drinks. Probably a bad idea.

The place was pretty cool, lots of beautiful girls. I actually found myself dancing like a fool on the dance floor. It was a blast. It gets a little foggy after the SoCo and Lime shots and the strawberry flavored lines of coke (joking, but did you know that's a real thing?) Anyway, I definitely didn't make my fifty dollars back, but I was feeling good. We stayed until last call, and eventually shuffled out onto Hollywood Boulevard, wondering where thet fuck Jorge was. Eventually, I got a call from him. He was at a place called I Bar, which was apparently all Asian. The Asian woman he jumped in the back seat with paid for his cover (20 bucks!) and they danced the night away. They may or may not have locked lips. That will remain a mystery. However, when he found out she was 32 years-old, and she found out he was 21, Jorge basically said "Have a nice day" and left.

We met up with him eventually and went back to the parking garage where we parked the car. Pat saw a coffee cup and decided to punt it, unaware that it was FULL. Coffee splattered all over him. It was awesome.

DJ fell asleep in the car on the way home and his ears got really red for some reason:
Also, breakfast was awesome:
And finally, our Blazer-filled homage to "The Departed", particularly fatal head-shots:
Also, our toilet has been running for three days.