My heart is crammed in my cranium and it still knows how to pound

We went out to a tiny tiny restaurant last night called Elemental where I had one of the most amazing dinners of my life. And the guys totally kicked my ass at chinese checkers.



There are a few things I remember, but not too much, because, frankly, I amhung over this morning (but just a little!):

• I kept insisting my little brother Cyrus was 4 or 6 (can't remember which) when he is in fact 11 or 12. I'm terrible with ages, but not that terrible.

• The bacon covered truffles were every bit as good as advertised. If my tongue could have had an orgasm, it would've.

• Taking a cab to and from the restaurant was the world's best idea.

• I learned that I should stop being mean to girls I don't like. Because it's not nice.

• But what is awesome and fun is making fun of someone who was at some point the Chief Architect at NVidia. Especially if they're sitting two tables down and talking very very loudly.

• That restaurant was furnished entirely in IKEA. Wil asked "So you think the floor came from IKEA?" which it probably did not, but now that I think about it, I really don't consider the floor to be furniture. Usually.

I am far too old to get drunk two nights in a row.

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On a probably unrelated note, I was adding things to my must-buy-soon list and apparently I decided I needed to pick up some weird things, because it reads: Baking soda, bath scrubby, nihilist, razors, emulsion solvent.

Nihilist?

There is, in fact, something very probably wrong with me.

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I just remembered I am going out tonight for bowling, DDR Extreme, and gay nightclubbing. I am way way too old for three nights in a row. I'm going to have to start taking lessons from Tara Reid or some shit, yo.

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Just just remembered that we already have going out plans for tomorrow night too with Russ and Morgan. Their lips said "dessert" but I swear I heard "drinking". Four nights? Crazy much? Good thing I can sleep in on Saturday.