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Sunday, September 15, 2002

 
weekend update

precious jems aka james and mike juhnners drove down from berkeley late, late thursday night. they crashed at my place. that gave me an excuse to use another sick day on friday. i woke up at noon and all we did was go eat lunch; i should've gone to work.

so friday night we all ended up going to the highlands nightclub at the new hollywood and highland mega-entertainment center. much to jems and my delight, brandon o aka brando aka BO decided to make an extremely rare guest appearance. other cameos included susan lee and brian chin and his girl who met us there.



jems, brando and i celebrate our long-awaited reunion by swigging a bottle of johnny walker red label on the way to hollywood. once we get in, i make a beeline for the bathroom. i come out and meet up with everyone else on the patio.

im not quite sure what happened next, but next thing i know jems is getting kicked out of the club. he supposedly ashed his cigarette over the edge and some security dude said he warned him 3 times already or something. jems protests the obvious case of mistaken identity and the guy calls his security buddies for backup. susan and i try to play diplomat as try to sweet talk the guards to let him back in. i get taken all the way to the head security guy and plead my case. as i see the expression on his face softening jems opens up his big mouth and starts protesting again. But his tone carries a little attitude and an F-word half slips out. the security head turns to james and proclaims that he's not getting back in tonight and walks away.

in the end jems borrows my car and heads over to bobo's (the old velfarre on serrano) by himself to meet up with my old roommate brian ree. some drunk guy following brian chin's girlfriend around bumps into brandon and they do a little face-to-face staring contest. the drunk fukker comes back under the guise of apologizing but is still talking shit. i make them both shake hands before we get any more trouble from security. later i see the fukker making out with some ugly ass girl on the patio.

earlier jems and brando bet me that i couldnt get one number. towards the end of the night i spot a girl ill call 'butt dimples', courtesy of her low, low pants. turns out shes korean but it takes her awhile to convince me. probably cuz she doesnt really look it and she kinda has a slight chinese accent. she's from arcadia, so i assume she grew up with a lot of chinese. she had a slammin' hourglass figure that had me humming the 'days of our lives' song all night.



afterwards, jems takes wilshire boulevard the wrong way and ends up on the 405, which is a good hour away from where we were off the 101. me and brando scarf down some 99 cent bigmacs till he finally came back to pick us up. i get home at like 4 in the morning. all the jack and cokes, black label and cokes and red label and cokes i drank keep me up, drunk and tired, until 5 in the morning. i wake up at 9 in the morning to watch Cal manhandle Michigan St 46-22.