Big City Adventurez

Man alive, I am so glad that I went to visit Tiff yesterday. Our time together was marked by a wonderful viewing of Superbad, 80s Night at the Shout House, dollar vodka-red bulls, the befriending of a Michael Cera look-a-like, getting lost in a labyrinth of locked doors, escalators or staircases (the details are a little fuzzy), and possibly an elevator, a creepy man (probably black... again it's a little fuzzy) grabbing my arm once I successfully emerged from the labyrinth and refusing to let go and trying to drag me away with him, George Michael Bluth (Michael Cera look-a-like) and his friend in the maroon shirt saving me from the creepy man and almost getting into a fight with him, me somehow weaseling my way back into the Shout House without an ID or a stamp on my hand, more dollar vodka red bulls, a broken bra, and making out pretty hardcore with the guy in the hat (whose name is probably Eric). Also, I may have made out with the George Michael Bluth/Michael Cera look-a-like. According to Tiff's roommate Amanda, I did. I do not, however, have any recollection of that, so I'm going to say that she's confusing guy in the hat with George Michael.

Good times, good times.