Friday night in the Big Smoke and I am at home - something is definitely wrong with me. I think it's me aging.
Talked with my Russian friend Lily {again not her real name}. She's not going out on a Friday night either. Friday nights are overrated anyways. Meh. She went out and got trashed last night. Thursday's the new Friday yo. Well, her friend, let's call her Lily's friend, flew to the Upper East Side (me old city, how I miss the cold) with her 30-something boss for some business and a whole lotta pleasure. So being the good host, Lily took them for a Thursday night out. They drank whiskey and some chinese moonshine. Lily's friend's boss got so trashed that she started doing acrobatics in the middle of the dancefloor. Turned out that Lily's friend's boss used to be a circus performer {no she didn't eat elephants, she used to do death defying back bends}. Let's just say that she had the crowd going last night. Lily's friend's boss got offers from the guys looking to get laid that night and she had one special offer from the club manager if she could work in his club full time. Some Thursday night eh? I wish I was there.
Stu, my Jewish slash filmmaker slash chef extraordinaire slash one time stripper friend is back in the Land of Milk and Oprah in search of his American Dream. He's looking for a job now {GOOD TIMING STU! I HEAR LEHMAN BROTHERS IS HIRING}. He sorta misses China. Well Stu, China misses you too! Uncle Mao misses you most dude! By the way, if the job hunt doesn't turn out well, there's always the street corner dude. Prostitution never goes outta style my friend.
Fakebook is really getting to be more than a social networking site. Its more. Much more. It's more than just a social utility where you can share with your friends and shit. You can also diss yer ex-es in Fakebook. Take THIS for example. I pity the dude. Like what Rose said in Titanic, "A woman's heart is as deep as the ocean and shit." That's one angry woman.
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