Wingman Smakk
So the bunny goes off last night to some country cotton patch with her other little furry friends leaving me a perfect little opportunity for some boy's night out time. So I send out the bat signal and get no response. I have no wingman. Are you fucking kidding me? Loops plays sick card, Gwedo says already has "company" and Wu must have been hog tied by his bunny. Of course by this point in the evening, I am already way too lop sop doo to drive myself anywhere. So my crew for the night turns out to be a half gallon of Captain, Carrot, and Crockett & Tubbs. So after last night, I'm sure the upcoming weekend is going to be ugly. Tenative schedule:
Tonight - Institution, Club 1407 & Knox
Tomorrow - Draognfly, Manhattan & random uptown
Sat - Sundance Square
Sun - Bowl watching at MAT or Christies, porn night at Nikita
Mon - impromptu bar crawl
Tues - liver transplant and back to work

In the words of Loops, it's time to get Fired Up!!!