As previously mentioned, it was Op's birthday today. We went down to some bar in the entertainment disctrict... I don't recall it's name but it's on a corner somewhere. But ya, thats where we went to celebrate. It was plenty of fun, Anky who hasn't been seen in years was there, it was a hoot, eventhough no ladies tried to lick me.
Around 2:30, Jcloth and myself, started feeling slightly tired and hungry, so we fled the scene with one of the party goers. Now I don't want to name names so let's just say that the party goer, who I'll call F. Fly... no wait thats too obvious... Fairy F. ya that's more subtle. Anyways this "Fairy F.", she had a bit too much to drink, actually I belive the british term for it is "smashed". So Jcloth offered to drop off this "smashed" "Fairy F." but first we had to get food. So we headed towards Front and Jarvis, for the 24/7 Golden Griddle. En route to said Griddle we drove by the Metro Convention Center, where there was a gaggle of liberals holding these thin paddles that read LIBERAL on them. So I quickly rolled down my window while Jcloth honked his horn at them. As soon as they heard the horn, they all turned to "WOOOOOH" at us and as soon as the "WOOOOH" died down I yelled out "NEEEEEEEEEEERRDS" at them. I laughed so hard I weeeezed, Jcloth was laughing his ass off, and "Fairy F." was in the back seat barely concious, bad mouthing Christina Aguilera, and missing out on our shenanigans.

This is taking too long to write, so to cut this story short: "Fairy F." upchucked at the Golden Griddle, so we fled that place. Dropped her off, then headed down to good old reliable Sizzlin Jacks. Where good food was had.

Ohh ya one more thing - "Fairy F." doesn't know the difference between retro and cover songs. What's up with that?