ah the joys of running into old friends...
started the night out at casa kirchner watching the pats game, but more watching my band mates enjoying themselves and the chicken wings. it's always fun to be with those guys outside of practice.
following that debauchery, i picked up the lost and wandering zach borba to continue the festivities with some more drinking (what else am i good at?)
with borba in tow, we did our fair share of rocking numerous bars in the castro and soma. zach and i went to college together and worked together while we were undergrads. he is a trooper...and his laugh is contagious as a motherfucker. a brief list of topics discussed are below...
boobs
chicks
his girlfriend and her great ass
why i kept running into guys i've hooked up with
crazy homeless people
drag queens (cookie dough & heckleena)
pizza
pizza
beer
and me shaving my head to win a brittany spears lip sync contest (don't worry...i didn't shave my head)
we ran into a former love of my life jeff who was at the gas station in the castro. the nice thing about jeff, other than his charm, great looks, sense of humor, smile, etc....(i swear i'm over him....really) is he always has great stories about large black women. case and point...last nights story:
i was on bart and there were these two large black women, and one of them farted and the other says "girl...it sounds like you have mickey mouse up there."
priceless.
we returned home after 2:30 and passed the fuck out. winner of a night.
next day:
drove zach to bart to head back to the east bay. came home and blogged like an 8th grade girl. hot.
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