Sandy… what a bitch.

We were having such a great time sitting around the table, drinking, and reminiscing about the good ol’ days. Even John was joining in on the laughter.

Then she walked in with a big smile. A fake smile. So warm, but not. So harmless, but not. She walked in as if she had no intentions for anything evil, as if she was oblivious to the situation at hand.

“I got this,” she told John.

As John walked away, she said to us with an innocent look on her face, “Hi. How’s your night going?”

“Just fine,” we replied.

She proceeded to deal herself 21 after 21, and we proceeded to bleed chips until none remained.

Just fine indeed.

Sandy… what a bitch.

I can’t decide if bars staying open until 4am is a good thing because I can’t feel my face right now. That is all.

We want a dog.

Ed suggested a Shiba Inu.

He also suggested naming it Korean Dinner or KD for short.

We’re considering it.

Clear skies? Check. Full moon? Check. Trippy lights? Check.

Thousands of people swaying together like a cult? Radiohead live??? Check and check… birds dying? Maybe.

And then this song played:

I thought everyone was going to slash their wrists in unison.

… to a theater near you:

“I iz frum ur past ruinin ur futurezzz”

May 2008

(Yes, yet another quality Ed Tsui quote)