Saturday I must have been in the twilight zone. So I took a cab up to Casey Moore’s, and when I arrived this girl came up to me, and she’s like “Hey I’ve seen you around a lot, and I think we should be friends. I just moved here from Los Angeles a week and a half ago”. Then she introduced herself, and I recognized her instantly. This was a girl who used to be a stripper in Hollywood at the only strip club I’ve ever gone to in my whole life and gave me the only lap dance I’ve ever gotten in my life. When I had first moved to LA, I knew practically no one so I just sort of wandered in there for a few nights. So anyhow I randomly run into this girl at Casey Moore’s, and I wasn’t sure if I should let on that I remembered her because I didn’t know how she’d feel about bringing up her dancing, but she ended up bringing it up herself anyway. So then we reminisced about far away times etc and talked for a while. On top of all that, the New Times was there doing some sort of article on Casey Moore’s which they came up to me and interviewed me for, and they took my picture with this girl for the article! HILARITY ENSUES. Then we said our goodbyes and she told me she’d cook for me etc.
It gets better…So then I end up going to the Rogue(which I usually refer to as a ‘glorified PV’ for those who know) with some other people. What a sweet jam. I danced my ass off with tons of people. stayed til close. Then went with some people to a party at Barry Goldwater III’s house, where all the girls were dressed up in tennis out fits(the theme was golf pros and tennis hoes, and you know how I feel about THEME parties but some of the girls were cute). There was a pool so some of us went swimming. This one girl was really drunk and she was trying to get pervy with me, but I didn’t want to. I guess I kind of played along with it, but I have a lot of poise and restraint. Later I got out of the pool, and they kicked us out because we just wouldn’t leave. Then I got dropped off at this girl’s house, and she didn’t have her key. She was like “Hey Brandon check your underwear for my key because when we swapped underwear I had it in there”, and I was like “ummmm my underwear have remained attached to my body this entire time so that must have been some other random dude you swapped underwear with”.
We got into her house, and I was like “Well, you’re all safe and sound here, so I’m leaving”. She was like “No just stay for a minute”, so I stayed for a minute or so, and then exit yours truly(she probably would have been disappointed anyway). Then after I got one block or so she ran out of the house chasing after me and said “Hey I’m having fun with you let’s hang out more” and she grabbed me and tried to get me to lay on someone’s lawn with her, but I held my ground. “This isn’t even our yard these people are going to think we’re lunatics.” “I just want to go to circle K and grab a diet coke and go home” She ran up ahead of me, and said we were going to “run a marathon”. As my disappearing act I darted into an alley and that was the last I saw of her.
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