My car is falling apart. GUIMOBILE.

Ok, let me start with Friday night. Friday night I had to work until 10:30PM, and once I get back from work I have to unwind. Like 30 mins to 1 hour of just doing nothing. After that I hit gym, then shower, by the time I show up at Guarapo it was 12:30AM. Woopeee. The boys had a table with bottles already running. Start to drink profusely, but try not to scatter. I think we had a cool time, the boys. Of course Alan is incorrible and scattered, but that is expected. hahaha So, me, Alan, Misha, Karthik and Carlos like totally drunk. After Guarapo I went to Taco Bell across the street to get some munchies. They were only doing drive thru, so, I was like line up along with other car on foot, trying to get food, and the fucken bitch had the audacity to say that she can't serve me cause I'm not in a car. Ok so I go get the damn car and get food. While there, the car behind mine was Carlos. So Alan and Carlos tell me to go to Karthik's. There I meet up with the crowd again. We all eat and start calling each other names. Supposedly I called everyone either "fucking hindi's or spicks". It is funny though cause next day, while with a customer, he was telling me how she was getting "people with heavy accent" on tech support. I told her it's because all tech jobs were outsourced to India. Then I do my excellent Indian impression of "Thank you, come again!" and she start to fucking laugh HARD. hahah.

So I don't know if it was today or some other day where at work a customer, known for smelling foul, told me "You smell marvelous!!! What are you wearing?" I told her Hugo Boss, but later on my co worker said I should have told her "I shower, so I used soap?" Yes, she is nasty. God I won't get into details...

So while at work I call Alan, and well the guy is like drunk at 7PM, WTF. Misha was on some dinner and Carlos nowhere to be found. I got in contact with Karthik, we have drinks at his place and hit Guarapo again. I only got to Karthik's place around 11:45PM, so we had to kind of rush on to the drinks. I think we got to Guarapo's around 12:30AM or 1AM. It was much better than Friday, but that is a cursed place to me.

Lights on, and bouncer kicking people out. Karthik really wanted to go out because he's been stuck with work and no time for R&R lately. So we decide to hit Dragonfly. Call Alan, and I drive to some ball room in Courthouse. I hear this noise, but I can't make out what it is. Until another driver points to my car. So I thought it was a flat, but no, my fucken exhaust pipe broke in half and was grinding on the asphalt. My back on the asphalt, and duck tape the motherfucker together. While this, Alan meet us up where I stopped the car. I take Alan home to get him changed, but he was too wasted and decide to stay home. Me at Karthik go to 18th street. Since it was already too late, we go straight to Five instead.

Five was good. The girls there are always more willing. But the thing I enjoy the most, was dancing. It's been a while that I danced my heart out. There are always girls dancing on the "stage" and I spent no time working on them. Eye conctact and straight at her, she starts to go down dance thing. I play along, you know, like sexy or something like that, so I think its game, but I'm wrong. After some steamy going up and down, I ask her name, and she tell me I don't need to know. Well what the fuck?? Phone then? No to that too. Well then fuck you.

I think Karthik got game today

So we go back to the car, only to find that the freaking duct tape melted and the freaking exhaust pipe is touch the ground. My fucken back on the ground, and duct tape the mother fucker again. The "fix" lasted enough to drop Karthik at home, cause while driving home, still in Courthouse, I hear the dreaded metal grinding on the asphalt. My fucken back on the asphalt again, but this time, I had no more duct tape, to I grab a little branch, and put it in the pipe and have enough time to drive home. God this sucks so much. You know how hard it is to work with exhaust pipe? The are like burning hot. My hand is like a burnt up, though, alcohol helped with the anesthetic.

So I get home, and I got a message about taking photos, portfolio from my boss on MSN. He found a "model"? That got me thinking, is this about the porn biz we were talking about? I hope so, you can make so much out of porn biz for so little effort!

Anyways, behave kids!