tick tock clock - musee d'orsay - paris, france
last night might very well be my favorite night downtown sb of my entire career.
7:15pm - start drinking georgia jams (see 'the fuzz is half the fun' post)
9:00pm - five tall drinks deep, i sit transfixed on the olympic beach volleyball match playing on nbc
9:15pm - twelve chicks, one dude, and i hop into a van cab (i obviously brought a little fun for the road)
9:30pm - arrive downtown sb. head to sharkeez to enjoy cocktails free of charge
10:30pm - arrive at indochine where the charismatic, fantastic lydia hu most generously provided bottle service for our massive group. i proceeded to see several people who i haven't seen since graduation. such a trip.
11:15pm - mozied over to statemynt to shake it with a fun crowd. naturally, i encouraged handsome friends to hug it out. never gets old.
1:00am - HILARIOUS MOMENT! so i'm walking toward the dance floor when this awkward and unattractive dude says to me, "i really like your earrings." i look at him, give him a thumbs up, and laugh out, "seriously? what a lame line." i walk away not thinking anything of it.
1:10 am - the same guy crosses my path again. he stops me and says, "you are the ugliest person i've ever seen." aaaahahahaha. butthurt much? to that i offer, "wow, really? good story." (miss taryn gifford pointed out today a response that would've been far more fitting: "oh really? well you're not invited to my birthday party") for a second or two i was a little shaken, then i realized how ridiculous the situation really was--the irony of a hideous person saying that i was ugly. suck it homeboy.
1:15am - i tell my sister. she, hammered, says, "where the fuck is he?!" i point in the general direction. she grabs the wrong guy by his shirt. shouts something at his face, and grabs a bouncer claiming that she's been hit by him. my favorite moment: she puts her hand right next to her temple and makes a mini clam wave saying, "bye bye. yep. bye bye. you're outta here. don't fuck with my sister."
1:16am - the error was corrected. i befriended the wrongly accused party. and the real perpetrator managed to be rejected by everyone, all night long. that was revenge enough.
it pays to have a badass bitch for a sister.
2:00pm - take a cab back to i.v. with a french driver. we discuss french films and my love for the language (and my intense desire to learn). all the while, lightening and thunder thrash about in the sky. NUTS.