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Went to Big Yappa's (Yabba's?) last night with Jaime to keep her bartending friend Christina company. It was too loud there to talk, so Jaime brought tons of paper and a few pens and we wrote notes to each other. We made up surveys for each other and Christina would write in her own answers between drink orders. C had been enjoying a pair of lesbians who were sitting crotch-to-crotch and making out at the bar before J and I arrived, but they left after a little while. J and I went to a back room to write out more surveys and questions and such and this random Mexican guy (well, he was hispanic and had a Mexican accent) with a tan trench coat came over to us and started asking what we were writing. J explained that we were writing surveys, but he couldn't hear us (I think he was also a little drunk) and finally she just said that we were writing notes to each other. The guy flipped out. He said that he had seen the girls making out earlier and asked if it was a gay bar (which J and I thought was hilarious). Then he asked if we were writing notes about our love lives (which we were, incidentally) and we said yes and he thought that we meant our love life together and he really flipped out (but we didn't correct him...we just let him sputter in place) and he begged us not to make out.

He disappeared but then cropped up again later and said he'd buy us each a drink if we'd promise not to make out. I wrote to J that I never understood how men could feel threatened by lesbians. She responded with something about chest hair vs boobs. And drew a picture. Then some guy (who was kinda cute but snotty) asked what we were doing and J said, "Drawing pictures of boobs. See?" and he turned back to his buddy in the corner and gave his friend a thumbs-down where he thought we couldn't see then turned and gave me a thumbs-up (like I'm retarded or something).

Some guy came up to J and asked her what team she was rooting for and she was confused. I wrote that only loozers (^_^) go up to hot girls in bars and ask them sports questions. She laughed.

Mr. Sports came up later and tried getting me and J to drink an open beer that he said he "hadn't drunk out of," "hadn't even touched," which I'm sure was true, but who's to say what he put IN it. I'm blonde, not clinically retarded.

There was also this girl in a purple sweater doing the dumbest-looking freak dancing I've ever seen. It wasn't sexy AT ALL because she looked so retarded. It didn't even look gross or offensive (not even Baptists would have been offended by it) because it was so stupid. But the guy she was with enjoyed it because he was really drunk.

Ack, will write more later but Beanie's boy Geoff is here and I have to meet him. Grrr.


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Jan. 1st, 2004 07:51 pm (UTC)
hey, if you wnat to hang out or something, I'm still the only Farnette in the book. :)
Jan. 2nd, 2004 12:40 am (UTC)
Some of us are hanging out Friday night. Wanna join? I don't have all the info yet, but I'll get back to you (or--it might be easier--you can always call Holly or Lellie...they seem to have all the answers, I swear). ^_^

Jan. 2nd, 2004 03:49 am (UTC)
gah! can't seem to locate leslie's number and I've been trying to get in touch with Holly, but no one seems to ever pick up the phone.

(that's a yes, I would love to join you guys)
Jan. 5th, 2004 12:12 am (UTC)
you're on a plane right now!
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