So on a scale of one to ten, I had a fucking blast with Johnny Angel.
I finished work at about ten and picked him up from the wedding, whereupon I decided I needed a drink. We went to the bar and caught up, then swung through Work to introduce him and dip. Not soon after I found him lying on the ground in the private dining room with Fritas. Another breakdown? We bid our farewells and continued to our next destination on our adventure.
We arrived at the hotel, and after a few locked doors ended up in room 410. We walked in to see an obviously Jewish gentleman in the face of a short man, with a raspy voice. A few obscenities were thrown around before shooters were poured in proclamation of their yet again friendship. Kip, the short one, introduced himself and Johnny shook hands with the Jew. I came to find out the Jew's name was Jake. Jessica, Jake's 3rd girlfriend of the week, who I later met came out of the bathroom obviously high on something. Jake passed out and Kip's nose began to bleed.
Twenty minutes pass while we all shoot the shit when Johnny Angel(JA) handed me his phone. On the other side of the line was a familiar voice asking for directions. I couldn't place it. As soon as I hung up JA reminded me of how I knew the voice. Crazy Cindy. Almost-bit-off-JA's-nipple Crazy Cindy. She arrived in a whirl as always, and filled us in on her past. Her lapse in carpet munching, getting knocked up, and falling into a loveless marriage. Need I remind you this is not mother material, this is Dina Lohan/Britney Spears mother material. We danced and drank to the wee hours of the morning, until we couldn't take anymore. We dissipated as quickly as we arrived.
I awoke this morning to a very naked JA. If we can pee with the door open, being naked is no issue. We went to The Biscuit for brunch and judged people. He introduced me to new music(Janelle Monae!!) and I taught him the definition of DUFF(Designated Ugly Fat Friend). We went DILF spotting before finally parting ways again.
Until next time.
Bradley James
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