date-crashing.

last night found the unholy trinity at bab's underground lounge after we finished a bottle of tequila (the drink of love) in my apartment.  vodka & redbull rounds were consumed as we scoped out the swingin' singles.  kristi found her favorite bab's frequenter at the bar while i made eyes at some man who couldn't have been taller than 5'2" (perfect).

wendy recognized one of the bar goers (presumably on a date) and sidled up to him as kristi and i entertained the girl.  she thought she was onto us but little did she know that we knew she knew we knew.  it's not as complicated as it sounds (and it is a little like that episode of friends).

in the end wendy got the guy, the girl got my guy, and kristi and i got 26 photos inside the photobooth (we're cheap and decided using a camera inside of the photobooth would be more cost-efficient than paying the $4).  the night turned out less wild than i had anticipated.  i really thought the tequila would have remedied that.  however, we were able to binge on grilled cheese and french fries (can't eat today!) at the fleetwood where wendy fell and sanitized her cut in probably the dirtiest basement in ann arbor.  even better, our kleptomania (which increases under the influence) has bestowed upon me a bottle of steak sauce and some iodized salt.

today everybody is occupied with other engagements so i have high hopes to finish my homework, do my dishes, and go grocery shopping.  such is life, i suppose... but one i hope i never have.