i have some serious writer's block, but i do have a quick story to share with you guys.
last night, and by last night i mean saturday night, the boys and i went to union jack's in bethesda. the boys=adrian, gabe, patel, jed, viet, and viet's friends. and i=me obviously. the one and only girl. talk about a lot of testosterone. anyway, my goal for the night was to find all of the boys (adrian NOT included because he's mine all mine.) a fly mamacita to dance with. patel somehow managed to spot the one indian within the entire crowded bar so he made his move. ten minutes after leaving, i get a text from him that says "i got it look out." haha what does that even mean? ten minutes after the vague yet still somehow cocky text, he returns only to have discovered that his potential fly indian mamacita is actually his distant relative. yikes. that was a close one, patel. needless to say, none of the boys found their fly mamacita for the night. oh well.
better luck next time boys,
shannon