Life Ain't Nuthin' But Demon Goats n' Hookahs

Also known as: you'd never believe the kind of night I had last night. Or the week. It's been hectic.

So there I was, in the jungle, a.k.a. a bar that my brother dragged me to. Amidst this ordering of drinks and social studies thing, a little play got carried out, one that left an incredibly attractive woman alone and annoyed at the bar.

I know what all five of you are thinking: "No, he _didn't_!"

Nothing cheesy, really. Just asked her to join us for a drink (she declined the drink) and a little bit of talk, since sitting alone at a bar just doesn't look right.

Risking rebuff? Certainly. Risking rejection? Certainly. Outside my character as a general principle? Certainly. But hell, she did come over to chat for a little bit.

Why do I bring this up? Because I realize that I'm empowered through accouterments - whether it be Iiptsos, or my wonderful Fedora. When I have my power object, I suddenly possess some kind of confidence and attractive powers. I feel like Popeye, addicted to spinach. It's terrible.

And also related - because much like Popeye, I thought I had superstrength, and decided that my brother's drunken idea of riding bikes out to Coney Island to watch the sunrise was a good idea. Oh yeah, forgot to mention, we closed out the bar - left at 3:45 in the morning. By 4:45, we were off riding South through the massive entity that is Brooklyn.

This worked great, and we had a great time - even brought Iiptsos for some beachfront sunrise smokin'. Worked great until that bad part - needing to ride home. Needless to say, it was a tortured ride through the dirty Brooklyn Streets, with a bright sun shining, mocking our tired eyes. We went on two fruitless and one successful quest for cheap sunglasses, had breakfast muffins with the Queen of Brooklyn Baking Goodness (ninecakes.com), and limped the rest of the way home.

Fabulous night. Chupecabra handled it all like a champ - except for one unceremonious dump onto the concrete when I jumped the front wheel onto a curb, and the rear wheel decided to slide sideways instead. Que sera, sera.

On the boring note, got accepted to Golden Gate University, School of Law. Soon I shall wear the vestiges of our enemies, my five faithful readers.

And with that, I'm totally exhausted, feeling a little beat up (rode over 40 miles yesterday), and about to head out for another night on the town (First Night at the Brooklyn Museum). Someday, this abuse will stop. In the meantime, party on Wayne!