Friday Night Shenanigans

On Friday night I got a call from people I haven't seen in for.ev.er to hang out at Zeitgeist. This sounded like a stellar idea.

Little did I know that if I reviewed what happened the last time I hung out with this people, that I should have prepared myself better.
Here's a snapshot, from our last escapades:

• Running around Bell Market on Polk, buying 10 mini ice creams and a frozen pizza
• Getting water poured all over me in Berkeley BBQ
• Ending up in a kiddie pool filled with thyme and olive oil at Berkeley BBQ (literally, it was Carmina soup!)
• At Vallarta speaking awesome Spanish "Me Gusto Mucho!"

Anyways I should not have been surprised that my Friday ended up in me trying to walk home from Zeitgeist. I had to make a hasty retreat from the bar, since I told someone I barely know that her bff would probably die.

Quote: "I mean cancer, like kills people. You should just be ready. I know he's young and everything, but last time I saw him he wasn't looking that good."

On my way home, I got sidetracked, went into Little Star, drunk and alone. Crying at the bar at Little Star while ordering a pizza. Harrasing cab drivers who were obviously not taking my drunk ass anywhere.

Calling Zhi 5 times, crying. Calling Chris 10 times, hysterical.

I would like to highlight that Zhi did pick up the phone after call 5, and given the fact that he was with a girl...that's pretty dope.

From an update just now, breaking news, apparently after I left one of my friends got kicked out of Zeitgeist and everyone else's night mimicked mine, tears, wandering etc.

So that's awesome.