Left work early last night; Jumped in the car and headed to Westwood; got a call; took myself to Culver City; met up with Kevin, my actor/writer friend; we took his car to WeHo; had a shot and a beer; he knew the bartender; we got hooked up; spent $1.35 but left a $15.00 dollar tip; group of 3 girls to the left; fashion designers; three girls on the other side; UCLA students; had a few drinks; talked politics with the fashion designers; talked bullshit with the students; both were into us; got some numbers; probably won’t call; got a kiss from one of the fashion designers but left with the students; went to another bar; got one of them to buy us a drink; yes we were that good; her friends left and told her not to have sex; she had a 40 year old boyfriend; but she was drunk; last call; she is no where to be found; we leave her; she leaves us; guess were not that good; ohh well, another time; back to Culver City; crash on couch; too drunk to drive; wake up hung over but feeling good; stumbled into work wearing the same shit; drank coffee; here we are, facebooking and failing at trying to recreate that scene in Rules of Attraction; is it lunch time yet?
