Yesterday we tried to go bowling and failed miserably three times. The original planning couple got in a massive fight and cancelled, so Simms and I tried to rescue it by inviting friends, including Audrey (who I am writing a drunk cooking blog with). But then Audrey got on the door list to Bloc Party/Menomena (who have the greatest awful site ever) because, eventhough she claims she can’t find a date, she used to date the cutie from Menomena (the blonde cutie, they’re all cute). Then we all gave up and I ate a lot of Hammy’s pizza and drank an entire bottle of red wine, but forgot to tell Brandon about the second cancellation. He showed up at the bowling lanes.
Fun times fail, me.
Tags: ideas about happiness
I think the shoes guy thought I was casing the place.