friday night was a random assortment of men with rhyming names at a fancy pizza joint in the middle of ghettoville USA complete with a guy named Compton. for real.
by the end of the night we were BFFs with Ron, La Shawn, Julian (who-lee-ahn) and Juan.
oh, and Luis. but, he didn't rhyme so he was left out most of the night.
lo siento, Luis.
the night began with my new buddy La Shawn (to my right) and JuliAHN and Ron (bartenders) telling me a mystery man (Juan) wanted to buy me a drink (chocolate martini).
the night ended with the band's drummer, his halitosis and gummy bear skin all up in our faces...some shot called a PB&J which was mainly PB...and about 15 mexican nationals who drank a bottle and 1/2 of tequila in the 30 minutes they were there and who i swear were throwing around $1000 dolla bills y'all...
well, apparently $1000 dolla bills y'all don't exist anymore, so it must have been all that peanutbutter that had me seeing things...that or i was transported back in time to 1969 when the last $1000 dolla bills y'all were in circulation.
at this point. anything is possible.
true.
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