tues night (friday night)

Coworker JB, and I went downtown last night and did nothing. I had a white hot (lukewarm) chocolate and jolly rancher martini. In my race to get the whipped cream at the bottom of the former, I ended up throwing hot chocolate in my face as we paced down Granville for the 71st time looking for something to do.

The old east indian parking garage guy came charging out of his booth like an enraged armageddon genie bottled in New Delhi in 1408. I laughed so hard I started crying as he yelled at us and I looked out the passenger window so he wouldn't see but it's hard for laughs to come out when your neck is twisted and I'm sure he saw me howling anyway.