3am street race downtown. Not with cars – but on foot.
We started on Flagler and ran full speed towards Wolfson. Screaming obscenities and rushing past homeless people and then collapsing on the Wolfson steps. Hah. Just like in high school.
Later JHR had a Silent Bob moment when he pulled a boom box out of his car and we danced in a parking lot in Wynwood/Rosewood like a bunch of dorks. There were only five of us but it was fun. He had Mindless Self Indulgence and Benjamin Theves. Holler.
Other people’s weeks were much more interesting. Megan had her purse and cellphone stolen and ended up doing a sting with police at the Douglas-US-1 gas station. She had a small female cop hiding in her car with a loaded gun cocked and everything.
Then last night after hanging out at the Martinibar at Sunset with Alexandra and her grad student friends – I don’t drink but she turned 21 so I was there for the less-than-appropriate conversation… we skipped off to the Mariloly show at Oz. She left with a Gogo dancer.
Hot. Latin. Passion.
She’s still screaming about it.
I move back into Hecht this week. I stayed in another residental college over the summer… RAs were told that we might have temporary roommates, but if we do we get $500 added to our stipend. That’d be awesome actually. I want three.
