fieldy of dreams

Yowza. Last night I got to 1st Ave. around midnight. A friend of a friend was throwing a birthday party in the VIP room. In this time I had a few cocktails, listened to some music, and got friendly with the locals. Ok, maybe not locals, but I met a bunch of interesting people. I met a guy who's son is in print ads at Target and who liked my shoes. I met his baby mama who is an eco-friendly real estate agent. I met my friend Deb's bff who apparently used to date my brother's best friend (DJ Jevne)... small effing world. Later, I got kicked out. I would just like to take this time to point out though, that me getting kicked out was bullshit. And it wasn't so much getting kicked out as not letting me back in. The bouncers (who by the way looked 13 years old) claimed I tripped down the stairs, which I definitely didn't and there were people far far far more intoxicated than I at this party. He said he didn't want me to hurt myself. Uh huh. WHATEV. But I was just like fine I'm not gonna argue, it was bar close anyway. Soon people were pouring out and I met a cute little boy who then got into some weird argument with a friend who was not so much a friend. I met a girl named Lark. And I met Fieldy from Korn! He was all don't lean on the bus it's soo dirty, you'll get all dirty. Yeah our bus is so dirty. And I asked this is your bus?? And he said yeah, I'm the bass player from Korn. And then I said now I feel like an idiot. He laughed and took a picture with me. Then Deb & I caught a cab home. I messed around on my computer where I had a hilarious convo with Mikey (I reread it in the am). This morning I discovered that I lost my id and my credit card. Lucky for me, there is so little room on it, that if some poor bastard tries to use it for any major or not so major purchases, it will probably just get declined. Ha.


Shoutout to my pops! Happy dad's day!!