2004-07-25 || 10:53 p.m.
|| happy birthday, mrs. timberlake ||
best ride to the city ever with dapper adam last night. nerding out over npr and trying to decide what carl kassel would say on our respective answering machines and paying the bridge toll for the fella behind us and getting a peace sign flashed in the general direction of our goodwillmobile. descending into san francisco fog the further we got into the sunset and circling matt's apartment building at least four times for a parking spot.
scientific experiment in the form of full-stocked bar proves that whisky somehow makes me drunker than other alcohols. oh. somehow ending up on the floor of the hallway to let tall john let me know i am much more fun drunk seeing as i am usually so quiet and well-mannered. or something like that. and thinking it was a very good idea to have ladies photo sesh in the bathtub and shower stall. and having odd conversations with a boy with the most severe geometrical haircut ever, all 30-60-90-degree angles threatening to cut like shiny daggers at his forehead, and deducting by conversational empirical equation that he must be a sound 19 years old.
wandering around for good incriminating photographic opportunities with mo, which again was a very good idea while intoxicated, and settling on the island oasis of matt's bed. birthday porn and sara's sober sticks and taking cosmo quizzes while drunk dialing san diego.
i got home at approximately 5:10am. i find self portraits aided by self timer are always a very good idea at that time.
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