So I went to an Asian party tonight. Mell's going to kill me. In my defense, I went under a couple of conditions:
1. I really wanted to go out tonight and was actually feeling better.
2. I wanted to spend time w/ my girls, especially Chris.
3. I didn't really know it was going to be an Asian party... just kinda thought it. If I really knew, I would've worn flats.

Having said all of that, I actually had a really good time. It was a bday party for three people who all decided to rent out the Santo Coyote on Melrose. At least, that's what I think it was... I'm not exactly sure. And there was a guestlist that I was supposed to fudge my way onto, but I actually just valeted my car, stepped up to the door, smiled at the bouncers, and walked right in. Go me. It was a blast dancing with my girls, and I got to meet some friends of friends. And then I kept running into people I knew from way back when... from church... from the dorms... from Cambridge... from high school... I felt old, and tall, but oh well. There was also one big almost-fight stirred up by none other than a PV alum. Who knows what it was really about, but an hour later he was still all pissed, spitting on the curb, making an absolute ass of himself. Grow up. Why don't you really throw a punch and see where that brings you.

All in all, fun night. Great music. Room to dance, room to sit, but crowded enough to keep the energy level high. So do the ditty if you want to because then I can see if I want to.