Encore

Thursday:
Slow day, got out of class early and pissed of cause I drove 45 mins for a 20 mins class. Went to Chipotle before hitting the GPS take me home button. Half way enjoying my Steak Burrito I saw two familiar faces walking into the door. Two people that I have not seen or hanged out in forever. It was D and her lilbro. So I finished my halfway devoured burrito and went to her table. It turned the mood right away. I have been hanging out with the same genre of crowd, so it was good to switch it up a bit and hang out with a less edgy people (no offense to my other peeps). Laugh always presents in every conversation with her. Not a bad day after all. We got a chance to talk about all of the above; life, love, school and girls. Btw, thanks for the tips and unwritten rules on these beetches D. We definitely need to hang out more often!!

Friday:
First day I have a day off of work since God knows when. Its the day where I don't need to rush home from work to get ready and come fashionably really-really late to the event that I get invited to. I purposely take a day off, cause I was excited for the event that The Godfather and I had rigorously planned and excited to go to since two months ago. Props for him and his hard work in getting us the hottest table with the hottest people. Woke up that morning, did some errands like usual, washed the cars and by 630 I was at The Godfather's crib.

Waited for my date, the one and only Ms. Malloy to arrive. She looks F.I.N.E. FINE like always (see I wrote fine twice). Then we went scoop up The Godfather's dates (yes, plural. He had two mamasitas, who were more caliente than habanero pepper and tabasco sauce combined) then off we went to the SemiFormal. Met up with Dat, Tien, LInda, Mr. and Ms. Jeri Lee, and the man himself Mr. Sabor, who has been there waiting for us outside of The Garden. Couple of drinks, ok food, relaxing convos, and a bomb ass dance made it a good night.

Swung by to Dat's after party. Saw all the freaky-ness came out of some people that I did not know they even existed. I guess sex on the beach with Jose bring out the other side of people. Good thing I refuse to hang with Jose that night, God knows what will happen.

Saturday:
Got off work, tired as hell especially with only 4 hours of sleep the night before. On the way home from work, I told myself: no going out. Its a chill home Saturday. The Godfather invited me over to some girl bday party and I turned it down after I see myself in the mirror. I got two red eyes and a pair of black circles around my eyes from the lack of sleep. At this point I was running on 20% SteveyAudit Battery life. Layed around in bed with an empty stomach about to passed out. Then I got a call from Ndj telling me to scoop him up at his work place so we can go to HoneyPig. I said, "Whaat...?? No Way!!! Who's going?" and "OK".

For some of you who has never been to HoneyPig, you're missing out on life. That place is as fob-by and shaddy as a basement in the shanty area of Bangkok turned into a restaurant. The minute you walk into that door, you'll feel like you're in another world. Foreign yet familiar, cause you probably see the same settings in Bourdain's show. That place is about what Kfed described as AsianGlow, Pork bellies, Ox intestines and whole bunch of yellow people eating red meats.

So by that description, you know I could not turn down the offer. Started the car, scoop up Ndj and called Kfed to meet us there. By midnight, we got Won and Ms. Cass in our table ordering three orders of beef ribs, two orders of bulgogi, and four soju bottles. At the end of the night we devoured about 60 oz worth of beef and total of 45 shots. All and all it was another awesome night.

Obviously we need to take pics of some drunk asians posting on Little River Turnpike at 230am




And some drunk Korean guy who had a hard time getting into his car and ended up passing out in his backseat




Sunday:
I was soo hangover from the previous night it wasn't even funny. I have not felt like this in a while. I guess that was a sign of a good night. If it wasn't because of the five guys who helped me sober up and got me a big jug of hate-o-rade I would not be able to go to work that afternoon.
Big thanks to the five guys who helped me sober up