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[11 Jan 2004|01:33pm] |
Jill's back from New York! She, Bea, Jenny, Aves and I got together last Friday night. T'was fun. Well, parts of it.
( We haven't had a picture of all five of us since our grade school graduation. )
Thanks for being our paparazzi, Lovine ( iamlovine)!
Those underage French boys at Absinthe were just weird. I was hoping they wouldn't recognize us but they did. They sat at our table. Damn them, they were blocking my view! I was spying on the cutest guy. He looked exactly like Paul Rudd in Clueless. I wanted to take pictures of him with Mark's phone but it was too dark. Argh.
I kept running into people whose names I can't remember.
"Hey! How're you? I haven't seen you in ages! You look awesome. So what do you do now? Uh huh. Uh huh. Really. That's great! Okay. See ya!"
"…Who was that?"
"I have no idea."
Jill and I were starving. We couldn't decide where to eat. You know, I said, we could always just eat at McDo. Jill said she was sick of McDo. We ended up in Bizu, where she ordered french fries and coke. Old habits die hard, I guess. I had the salmon vodka fettuccini. And some of Mark's cheese stake sandwich. And I finished the Tiramisu that Jill decided she didn't want anymore. I was so happy.
While we were eating, Jenny left us to hang out with her ex-boyfriend's cousin, who was the reason they were fighting in the first place. I don't understand her.
When we were done we went looking for her. She said she'd be at Temple. She wasn't. But Luis and Javi (annoying guys from last week) were. They were drinking outside. Aves peered at their table, took inventory, then sneered, May pera sila ngayon, ha. She's such a bitch. I love her.
I pretended not to see them and clung to my huge buff boyfriend so they wouldn't talk to me. It worked! Marky, you are so nifty!
Bea wanted to dance. None of us wanted to dance with her. I refuse to wiggle my ass to the Black Eyed Peas in that claustrophobe's nightmare of a bar. Fine, she said, I'll dance by myself if I have to. She went inside. Javy was inside. She figured she might as well dance with him so she doesn't look like a total idiot.
Javy: What's that, huh, what's that? *Mimics Bea's dancing* You call that dancing?
Bea: Well what the hell do you call this? *Mimics Luis' dancing*
Javy: You're supposed to do it like this! *Grabs Bea's hips and tries to grind with her*
Bea marched outside, indignant. Hahahaha! Serves her right.
Meanwhile, the rest of us were outside with Jen, (we found her eventually) who had burst into tears. Bad breakup. I feel awful for her, but the mess she's in really is her fault. And I told her that. She was drunk and I know I shouldn't have bothered but I was so frustrated with her. I wanted to shake her violently. Hello!!! Wake up!!! You don't have to go through this shit if you don't want too!!!
I suck at being sympathetic.
Update:
Bea just texted me saying "Hey, you got your facts wrong in your online journal. Javy asked me to dance with him -- I didn't get on the dance floor by myself. It's too bad you think what he did serves me right for wanting to dance. I wouldn't think and feel that way if someone wasn't nice to you."
I thought she was mad so I called her up to tell her I was just kidding. She wasn't mad, but now I feel kind of bad about laughing at what was apparently a traumatic experience for her. Bea!!! I didn't mean it that way!!! I was just kidding!!!
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