1.19.02 – vodka and bacon, anyone?

met the guy that sarah wants to set me up with this evening. there will definitely NOT be any setting up happening with this guy because 1) he may be 22, but he looks 16, 2) he turned to his friend and initiated a conversation with “remember that time that i barfed that cappuccino?” and 3) over french toast at the towne (greek version of denny’s), he told us a story about feeding weird things to his roommate’s cat to see if they could make it vomit. two barf conversations in less than 10 minutes? ‘nuf said.

hannah talked me into doing shots at this bar called The Pink tonight. hannah and sarah were shooting stuff like “sicilian nipples” and “cowboy cock-suckers.” i stuck to vodka, myself. had enough to drink that it made sense to go across the street and eat french toast and bacon at like 3 in the morning. i know i’ll feel guilty about the bacon for like three days when i wake up tomorrow, seeing as how i don’t eat pig. the trouble is, hannah & i share the same vegetarian weakness (bacon), so once one of us caves on the issue, there’s no going back.