"My Friend Thinks You're So Cute..."

Though it was freezing out last night, I wore flip flops. I mean, come on, it's April. as far as I'm concerned it's almost summer time.

So since tonight will probably be a quiet night in with the fam, though DJ did plan on going somewhere... and if it's hip hop related, I just might ditch the fam... Anyway, I gotta update you on the weekend.

Last night I pre-pregamed at Shorty's apartment and he bought the most delicious food I've ever had from a restaurant nearby. So, Shorty tried to be all lovey dovey with me in front of his roomie, which kind of weirded me out. Like, PDA is okay but it's too boyfriendy/girlfriendy and when I hear the dreaded R-word (relationship) even mentioned... I run. BUT, with that being said, I had a lovely time at Shorty's.

I left around 9 to pregame at Glam Girl's place with my buddies DJ and Frat Boy. By the way, Glam Girl just happens to live 3 minutes away from Shorty's gorgeous gorgeous wonderful beautiful place (yeah, his place is probably the hottest in the city, and I'll be damned if I'm exaggerating). After that we took a cab to our usual dance spot, and DJ got really wasted (first time I saw him wasted actually). Perhaps, you recall the post where I told the story about DJ and the Coat Check Girl and how he has the hots for her. I, being the awesome helpful drunk friend that I was last night, was like, "DJ, for fuck's sake, just go up and get her number." He gave me some bullshit about how it would be awkward, blah blah. I take out a piece of paper, hand it to DJ and go "Give me your number." He complies and with that I go up to the Coat Check Girl and go "Hey, my friend over there thinks you're so cute and he's kind of shy but he wants to give you his number because he has the hots for you." She smiles and says "I like your friend too. " AND THEN GOES, "I'm kind of dating the Bartender (?!) and we're living together (?!?!) but we're breaking up soon (?!?!?!?!!!!) so yeah I'll give your friend DJ a call."

Damn is all I have to say. DJ sure knows how to pick 'em.

There were also some miscellaneous guys from the past who were contacting me last night, but it's not at all worth blogging about.

Notably, today Finkeldouche's friend (let's call him the Sidekick: he's a nice guy and we're on very friendly terms when we see each other out) invited me and my friend G to his 23-rd B-day party. I just pictured myself showing up and Finkeldouche being there as well... AWKWAAAAARDDD. What would he do, ignore me? Anyway, my point is this really really sucks cause Sidekick is a good guy and I'd be attending the festivities if it wasn't for King Douchebag I.

And this is why I'm hot,
I'm hot cause I'm fly...

-Jess