So last night was not a total bust, but neither was it anywhere near as spectacularly fun as last weekend. The high point of last weekend was my brother and I ending up in a limo with 20 girls from a bachelorette party. The high point of last night was that I managed to get the blood spots out of my shirt which I acquired from trying to help break up a fight that started up near me on the dance floor at Tequila Willie’s. Don’t know how the fight got started, but I felt a drink get splashed off somebody else onto me, and somehow, before I knew it, I was pulling guys off each other, and punches were flying. My brother’s friend apparently popped somebody real good and knocked him to the floor. I saw one guy who had apparently got hit on the back of the head with a bottle. There were like 5 dudes standing around him, everyone looking real shocked as he held his hands out in front of him covered in blood. Security, of course, were the last people on the situation. Anyway, I got the few splatters of blood off my blue gingham shirt by dousing myself with handfuls of water from the swimming pool with palm trees which sits in the middle of the place.

It was a weird night. I also saw some asshole dude earlier yelling at a superbly hot girl in a blue dress. His voice got really shrill while he puffed himself up, wagged his finger threateningly in her face, and then stormed off in a tizzy. And she sat down and tried not to cry.