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New York City with Wu was lots of fun. We borrowed Ezra's car in exchange for some of Polidori's finest, this seemed an amicable trade, and we really only needed the vehicle for the to and from New York. We stayed at the Four Seasons - yeah, you heard me right. It's pretty fucking posh.
Day 1 was the drive, which started in the wee hours, until arrival at the hotel. After a brief rest we got up, dressed ourselves some fancy, and went out to party. I kept my intake kind of light, only three - um, four? Maybe six - Jolly Ranchers. And a lot of dancing. Something to be said for a guy who can dance, is crazy limber, and has endurance. I'm not saying, I'm just saying.
Woke up the next morning, caught brunch in the hotel dining room, and took the train to C-Town. I found the most gorgeous dress there for Chinese New Year in San Francisco - ladies, if you swing by the M&M dorm, I'll model it for you.
And while we were dress shopping, some crazy bitch and her boyfriend decided to get on our case because Wu is seeing a white girl. It was epic of retardedness (I mean, twinkie? Really? What kind of insult is that?) and the guy kept pushing and pushing and long story short, they went outside and he proceeded to fall onto Wu's hands and feet. A lot. Wu didn't throw the first punch though, and didn't jump all over the guy. I think he might have stained a favorite pair of jeans when his knee introduced itself to the guy's face after the dude grabbed his leg. His girlfriend dropped the dresses she'd grabbed - including the one I wanted, so I just, you know...picked it up. Law of the jungle.
We had dinner, and then we went back to the hotel and watched Battle Royale. Well, most of Battle Royale.
Home again, home again, jiggety jig. I need to meet up with Jack and Clive (albeit seperately) for my mid-term project.
Day 1 was the drive, which started in the wee hours, until arrival at the hotel. After a brief rest we got up, dressed ourselves some fancy, and went out to party. I kept my intake kind of light, only three - um, four? Maybe six - Jolly Ranchers. And a lot of dancing. Something to be said for a guy who can dance, is crazy limber, and has endurance. I'm not saying, I'm just saying.
Woke up the next morning, caught brunch in the hotel dining room, and took the train to C-Town. I found the most gorgeous dress there for Chinese New Year in San Francisco - ladies, if you swing by the M&M dorm, I'll model it for you.
And while we were dress shopping, some crazy bitch and her boyfriend decided to get on our case because Wu is seeing a white girl. It was epic of retardedness (I mean, twinkie? Really? What kind of insult is that?) and the guy kept pushing and pushing and long story short, they went outside and he proceeded to fall onto Wu's hands and feet. A lot. Wu didn't throw the first punch though, and didn't jump all over the guy. I think he might have stained a favorite pair of jeans when his knee introduced itself to the guy's face after the dude grabbed his leg. His girlfriend dropped the dresses she'd grabbed - including the one I wanted, so I just, you know...picked it up. Law of the jungle.
We had dinner, and then we went back to the hotel and watched Battle Royale. Well, most of Battle Royale.
Home again, home again, jiggety jig. I need to meet up with Jack and Clive (albeit seperately) for my mid-term project.