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It's Saturday night, and it's raining... - Virtual Sacrifice Log
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It's Saturday night, and it's raining...
It's after midnight, so happy birthday to petemagyar. He and I just got back from a party two blocks away. Well, we left the party a little before 3, watched a brawl on our corner, and made our separate ways. Eight people were beating up a woman and a man on our corner. The two girls behind us were already on the phone with the cops when we made it up, and once we determined it wasn't his brother we decided that the odds weren't in our favor and let the law handle things instead of getting our asses kicked ourselves. Of course, the cops pulled up and chased after the two wounded instead of heading South to the mob, but they're a harder target to catch up to I guess. Then I made it off to Qdoba (just before it closed) and he gathered his stuff to go back to his family home. On my arrival home, my landlord's wife waved to me as she exited the building. She stopped, asked if I had seen her husband, and frantically scampered off once I replied in the negatory. I think I heard her outside yelling his name. I hope he's ok.

Thanks to redvector for inviting us. It was good to meet some neighbors, and great to see weaponjx again. Fun times, good sangria (the buttery coconut sangria was interesting), amazing pro beer pong players, and fun dancing.

Off to jenniever's. Is it just me, or is the dog from this video completely undeeded?


Feeling: drunk drunk

Solo whackjob on a lonely soapbox || Preach it
idunn From: idunn Date: February 6th, 2006 03:27 am (UTC) (Hard link)

That settles it, I'm moving to the boke

Though I should hope the cops in your neck of the woods usually have a better sense of intuition.
Solo whackjob on a lonely soapbox || Preach it