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 12.20.2003
Another fabulously awesome night out with Gay Glen. That kid just gets better and better every time we hang out. Tonight we were at TGIFridays. Had some appetizers, some drinks, some laughs...good times. We made friends with one of the waiters and convinced him to take the kitsch-y toilet seat off the wall and let me wear it around my neck; we couldn't decide if it was a lovely choker or more like a yoke fit for oxen on the Oregon Trail. Before we put it back up on the wall, we signed our names on the back of it. And Glen's quote of the evening was as follows: "Note to self: When wearing a toliet seat, don't hit the front...cuz it'll hit the back!" Totally had to be there, so just go with it. Umm...we also made up names for all the servers...there were Chris the Ribboned Lesbian, Doily the Afghan-Wearer, Coach Pam, Davy Crockett, Tranny the Maybe Transexual Soccer Player, and Lil Eminem. These all have stories to go along with them, I swear!
Then we trekked up to St. Paul and got to the dive-iest bar ever just in time to see the New Baby Daddy's band play the last song in their set. It was SO fun in a nerdy way to hang out with my school friends outside of school...very pathetic that we were still moved to talk about school a lot, though. Oh well. Then we signed our names on the billboard outside the bar in a very shady make-sure-no-one's-looking fashion.
And to top it all off, Glen taught me that it's totally okay to treat stoplights as stopsigns if you're the only car in sight and it's the middle of the night. Twas all very exhilarating. I know you're all very jealous; someday you'll be as scrappy as us. Maybe.
3:15 AM
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