good night, bad fashion
i'm sitting on a wealth of knowledge at the end of my evening. i'm eating rice and gravy and recapping tonight's events. i went to the baltic room and, thanks to friendster.com, i got in free. i had a few drinks, enough to make my tongue fling disease to the white belts on the hill. on my way home i saw a man in a low cut leotard and m.c. hammer pants. i was paralyzed by sympathetic embarrassment and thought to myself but one thing: thank god i live in the worst dressed city of the united states.