Wednesday, December 3, 2008

i was riding my bike down a busy street on my way to a hotel bar to meet two guys who were publishing a book for which my boss wrote some articles. i left my bike behind the front desk. the desk guy tried to flirt with me, i was in a hurry. i didn't have a lock. the waiter brought around a bowl of spaghetti and put some on everyone's placemat. i didn't want spaghetti and got into a big argument with one of the other guys at the table about why i didn't have to eat it because i didn't ask for it. there was a proof for the book, i think it was about movies. everyone was drunk.

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