Party
After work I stopped by Maile’s classmate’s house and joined them at the tail end of their party. I met the husband, who seems like a nice guy, as well as a few of their friends and neighbors. There was one girl who at first glance looked like a young version of Natalie Portman, but I only had a quick glance before they left. I don’t even remember the name anymore.
I ate some food that was leftover, and I enjoyed Maile’s chicken drummettes, which are always good (despite whatever she thinks).
I must remember to pick up my brother at the airport tomorrow night.
Article #148 by CancerMan on 22 December 2002 @ 23:36
This article categorically filed under Fear the Life
Scientifically tagged with Food, Maile
Comments Off on Party
I bet it was because of my truck
I got stopped at a police roadblock, on my way home from work. The reason I got stopped, according to the officer I spoke to, was “that I looked intoxicated.” I actually looked tired, because I had just gotten off work. But, I have no complaints, because this was their job, and I’m glad they’re doing it. And, I wasn’t drunk, so I had nothing to fear. The whole thing took less than two minutes.
