i'm a high roller, bitch!

last nite was great, contrary to many beliefs (in other words, i was the only one that had any fun).

so, i get all dressed up in my debonair, three-piece, khaki-colored suit, all ready to hit the streets with MelD. we went together to Sportcenter's b-day bash at Miya's...i had some good food and good fun (nothin's better than a bunch of drunk frat boys and drunk Jewish American Princesses). that was quite an experience...especially since Juvey's jappy girl friends were doggin on sportcenter's jappy girl friends...i love it!

so melD and i met up with Mattack, Tor, Darrick and Kate Spade to head out for Casino night. we went in, i got my ticket for half the price (let's just say, the person selling the tickets was one of my previous clients...haha), and i got my fake money to gamble with (i got 5 times the amount you were supposed to get since mattack knew the guy giving out money, and he gave us extra to flash him minus the actual flashing). so i was gambling on Roulette, helping the girl-dealer understand how the game works (she didn't know how it worked cus she was a girl...you know them. "why was hellen keller a bad driver?"...cus she was a WOMAN!). anyway, i felt bad when Erin and Greg came up to me and said "we just saw the Italian Job" and we wanna steal some money b/c i was helping out the girl on this table...you see, i have morals. i don't steal from people i know...but i was like "hmm...there are other tables...stealing is right up my ally!" i screwed winning fairly, and walked around with them and stole money and chips. we went to the raffle section, turned in our chips, and got TONS of raffle tickets for free prizes...but SHIT. we didn't we anything. cheaters never win...wait. what the fuck? WE ALWAYS WIN!!! (cus i got a free-2-dollar-shot-glass, if you know what i mean! take that, bitch!)

here was the best confrontation of the night:

Proctor: Would sarah come up and get her prize?
*hands over the prize to the girl who claimed to be sarah....meanwhile, the REAL sarah walks up*
Sarah: hi. i'm sarah. i'm here to get my prize.
Proctor: um. we just gave it to sarah.
Random person: um....the girl who picked up the prize...that wasn't sarah.
Stef: yeah- that girl's name was annemarie.
Proctor: SHIT! hang on a second!
*Proctor jumps off the stage and runs like no other...she comes back in 2 minutes*
Proctor: here's your prize. sorry, i had to wrestle it from that other girl.
Sarah: thanks soo much!!
*the fake sarah and her drunken boy friend walk up to the stage*
Drunken Boyfriend: don't touch my girl like that, bitch! give her back the prize!
Proctor: no. she wasn't sarah.
Fake Sarah: I AAAAAMMMMM sarah!!!
Proctor: NO YOU AREN'T. YOU ARE ANNE MARIE!
*Drunken Boyfriend jumps on stage, and steals prizes...another guy grabs the shit the guy tried to steal*
Proctor: you oughtta leave. the police are on their way.

IT WAS BEAUTIFUL to see the FAKE sarah get her drunken-pussy-whipped-booty-call to fight for her in such a valiant way!! go proctor! i'm glad you stole that shit and gave it to the rightful owner. cheers!

anyway, props to Tor for being a good mother. i won't go into it...but clare and i agree, Tor would make one good-mother-fuckin'-mother.

i should probably be out yo. got lots of vaChinese HW to do!

sometimes, when people are nice to me, they get personal shout outs.

personal shout out to stef, for turning my frown upside down on friday night.

peace be with you. As-Salamu`laykum.