Grape on the vine...

Last night was fun. Got to hang out with Preston, Maryana and her roommate.

It was an interesting night to say the least. Between my car being gafawed on (which is like tar by the way), meeting Alex, the drunk fat bearded stoner bartender who was in the navy for 9 years and then became a currency trader and single handedly almost ruined the economy of Malaysia just because the president said Jews were ruining his country's economy, going on a wild goose chase for food that apparently doesn't exist in N.O. after midnight, Scott the pizza delivery master, and various other things. That was a loong sentence. If that's what you want to call it.

It's kind of strange driving over Lake Pontchartrain (sp) knowing that the bridge you are on didn't exist a few months ago. Also, on the way home as I was driving I noticed a "camping" sign right before the Chef Hwy. exit. This seems kind of funny to me. Camping anywhere near Chef Hwy. just seems wrong. Do you have to hang the food in trees to keep the hookers from getting it? I also saw the same two sorostitutes in a white Honda no less than four times on the way home. They would get off on an exit and then about ten minutes later come flying past me. They were, apparently, in Kappa Kappa Kappa..... i'm sure I don't have to explain this one. Kind of weird.

Good times.