Feb 26, 2006 17:18
On the phone with the I-Banker this afternoon, he said something that was cause for concern.
We can now update the number of bars I've taken my top off and danced topless on tables.
This number is now 3.
Apparently, I'm becoming a somewhat of a legend in The Mond. While ordering a drink at the Metro Grill this weekend, the I-Banker was approached by a guy who remembered him as the "dude who was with the hot chick who took her shirt of to stop last call." The bartender then expressed how glad he was for the extra half-hour of tips...
Also, they got a big kick out of the Saint Alban's sweatshirt picture. And the bloody noses.
In other news, this lj may be extinct soon enough. In that case, I will update later on, all about feelings. Weee! Feelings suck.