happy halloween

friday seemed to never end.  cuz lunch took forever @ quattro.  the food was ok.  granted i only got a salad.  but the wine...burgundy...was amazing.  i've never had such good wine.  and when my boss decided to get a truffle. once the glass cover was lifting.  the aroma was DELICIOUS.  i was drooling.  holy jeez.  220 for a nugget.  my colleague called me a hk movie producer.  i corrected her with hk supastah then showed her the reality show casting email.  haha.  check out the view from the trump soho.  amazing.

having no battery in your phone on a friday is completely terrible.  luckily we randomly ran into each other on the street and went to eat at craft bar.  where we repeatedly harassed the waitress for a phone charger.  got drunk @ coffee shop and then victor saw a taco truck and asked for a gyro.  haahaha.  extra white sauce.  extra cilantro.  "if u put a big sign that said cilantro...u'd  get all taiwanese to stop and have a try"....and as the prophecy fortold on a facebook foto comment....i ended up at nrb...where steph joined us.  and realized it was a really small world.  "i used to date...so and so..."  "oh u know...u're friends with..."  im tempted to say "yes i know him.  i hate him." then proceed to talk shit about him all night. hahaha.

by saturday...i had wanted to go to the gym.  but wasn't happening.  found my costume.  and met dcho.  stopped by erics party.  then went to b east.  then went to some house party with dz where her friends were friggin hilarious.  did i really meet a jew from taiwan? and how could i not end up back in ktown..."its okay...alex will take care of her" (i'll save a diff post for that). 

being that i don't think i ate anything all saturday.  i started with brunch @ barking dog on sunday.  and that just turned into a shit storm with drinks at CM's and dinner with RC. who told the best story ever.  i thought i told quite a story about nyu ksa.  but his story was much better...involving facebook, an awkward double date and a lesbian. there was just so much pretense to the story that it just made my stumbling into an nyu ksa party not so good anymore.  u forget how college girls just want to get stupid smashed.  and "what year are you? u look 25.  im a sophomore. here's my number.  i'm not doing anything this weekend.  call me.  kiss kiss"