i do not. want to put on my contacts and change out of my basketball shorts. and go out.
but i'm going to. because i couldnt worm my way out of it.
i guess everyone needs to eat, right?
we're going to the sketchiest club/bar/grill place imaginable. i'm not even exaggerating. it's like a rickety old house. it's going to either be the worst thing ever or the best.
i guess we'll see who else comes.
argh. debummification time.........now.