My roommate and I began our night by eating delicious sushi and a fabu bottle of Saint-Emilion. We danced to Britney Spears before we left and taunting our cat by showing her our hot dance moves. She hasn't looked at us the same since. I think she's jealous.
To start the night off right, we begin walking to our friend's apartment and notice a claw machine outside of a bodega. Here is a cartoon rendition:

My roommate and I go running down the streets yelling in excitement, taking as many pictures with our new friends as possible. Walking across the street, riding on a motorcycle, almost being thrown over the bridge, etc. We make it to the party in great spirits ready for a fun evening. And oh was it! What a great party - so many fun people. Not too many eligible bachelors - my roommate ended up talking to a guy most of the night, who she later found out has a live-in girlfriend...okay buddy, nice move. I ended up propositioning the host to be brutally rebuffed. Ah, love the embarrassment.
BUT at one point during the night, my roommate called me into the this room where everyone just started applauding me. When does that ever happen! They were all just as excited about the double claw win as I was! Wonderful!
2 comments:
cartoon claw...mwahahahaha
Ah, love the embarrassment.
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