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last night was needed

met up with Armand "The Dandy" C. and hit up the Castle and hit up Matthew "leave a tip or get out" Arnone and ogled a gaggle (!) of foreign girls sitting in the booths

all i can really remember from the Castle is Armand and i agreeing that we're both into girls who dress 60's vintage...and then this overheard coversation

foreign boy to Kim the bartender: we heard that we're not supposed to tip?

Kim the bartender: who the fuck told you that? that's retarded...

(i love this city)

...

after the Castle Armand and i trekked across the street to Whiskey...

John to Ceasar the bartender: you're a total rockabilly

Ceasar the bartender to John: Mexicans aren't rockabilly...Mexicans are greasers dude...

John to Ceasar the bartender: you're a total greaser...

Ceaser the bartender to John: for sure

and then this Ethiopian-Greek Orthodox Agnostic chick who is into Armand showed up with her friends...i think her name was Ada...i thought Ada was this girl my brother used to date, Yohira...so when Ada walked up to armand i almost tackled her...naturally.

Me about to tackle Ada who i mistook for Yohira: heeeeey! (playfully grabbing and then slapping her hand as she extends it to shake)

Ada: have we met?

Me: i'm johnny! james's brother...! (ready to just fully pounce)

Ada: ...

Me: ... (realizing that this girl is indeed not Yohira and being glad that i didn't like have her in a half-nelson or whatever)

and then Becky and Megan and Ryan and Becca and Nor showed up (sadly no photos of Ryan or Nor, dudes don't have myspace))...and Nor was on vicodin and whiskey and was acting like it...he was fabulous...and megan (www.workingclassmag.com) is just fucking cool as hell and i have a crush on her...and Becky was wearing my brother's fadora and looking like Star from Thrashin'...and Ada had cornered Armand but not before she had cornered us both, literarly, and mine and Armand's thighs were touching and it was awkward but neither of us did anything about it (well, we grinded on each other a little bit)...c'est la vie.

so me and Megan and Becca and Becky and Ryan and Nor all head back to Becky's up the street...i wrestled Becky and Becca and Megan on my brother's bed...i fucking took them all out...lot's and lot's of probably incriminating photos were taken, scratch that definitely taken...Ryan at the last second had the forethought to run to Salem Market to pick up a 12 pack...(and then Nor is just so totally the man and i'm so on standby for Nor, thanks Nor i owe you)...and then we drank the beers Ryan grabbed and took more photos, i remember someone shouting "everyone take off their shoes!!! everyone take off their shoes!!!" and no one doing it...so then everyone headed up to the roof to do what ever people do on roofs at 3am...Megan and i hung back in the kitchen and finished off the beers or whatever...

7am Walk of Shame:

from the TL to my place in the Lower Haight and my head really hurts but it's so beautiful out, and so quiet and foggy...and Van Ness is actually an incredibly calm place at that hour and i'd strongly encourage all San Franciscan's to experience that walk at some point in their lives...and i'm walking and hungover but smiling because last night was such a good time and satisfying and all that and i'm thinking i probably look like a crackhead with my hoody on all puffy/bloodshot eyes and a smoke dangling out of my mouth with a big stupid smile at that ungodly hour but i'm like, it's okay, i don't care what they think...you know?