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So yesterday I came home from school and was like "What the hell are we going to do tonight?" Kelly was hungry so we decided to find some place to eat. Everywhere was jam packed, apparently we live in busy place. One place had a wait of 3 HOURS to get a table. In LA people can't just watch the Lakers games at home, they HAVE to go out and watch it at a restuarant. After hopping from place to place, coming back home to get my car, driving around for 20 minutes, we decided to come back home and eat. I wasn't hungry since I finally discovered Chipotle at lunch time (we don't have them in San Jose... I don't think). HOLY SHIT WHAT TOOK SO LONG?!?! It was the best thing ever! EVER! So yeah we ate... and then.... decided to go dancing. After much stress of what to wear and how to act at a danceclub, I finally got my ass dressed and we hit the road. She had already been to this place called the Saddle Ranch (much like the old Saddle Rack at home) in Universal City. I think we got there a little early because no one was dancing. This made me happy because I thought no one would and she was decide she wanted to go home early. Not the case... I had a couple Jack and Cokes and found my self in the groove. Gay. Before I knew it the place was packed and I was a dancing machine. My dumbass drank a Hurricane, and then I was dancing fool. I danced all night straight til the club closed. Who knew? I got molested but that's another story. HAHA. Kelly was definately the hottest chic there, and the girl can dance! When we left the club, everyone was yelling "Bye Britney!" Weirdos. So that was my night. Tonight we're going to the Saddle Ranch on Sunset and going to check out all the other clubs down there. Sooo not me. I'm going to be so poor.