| So Shaft was dumb and made plans with family, so Mocha and I were left to our own devices for the night. I actually ended up waiting at Chapters for something like half an hour before I decided none of my people were showing up, and headed down to Mocha's place to get moderately peacocked.
I left most of my peacocking stuff at home this weekend, so all I really had going for me was my nailpolish. But I quite like my nailpolish, and it's rather become part of my normal style. I don't even feel it's weird to be wearing it at work anymore.
We got lubricated, more than I'd intended again, which definately played against my game in the beginning. The weather was crap, the bars were full by the time we got out and running around. All in all it was a pretty crap night with a few highlights throughout.
In discussing my post regarding the belief that one is the most desirable creature in one's environment, Mocha made the passing comment:
Mocha: I am so much prettier than you.
Monkey: Gah. You are not. I am GORGEOUS.
Mocha: Yeah, but I'm still prettier than you.
Monkey: You so are not.
Mocha: Hey guys, who do you think is prettier, him or me?
HD2: Um... Her. Obviously.
Monkey: Nothing obvious about it!
HD3: Yeah. Her.
Monkey: I call biased jury! You're both dudes!
Mocha: So ask some girls.
Monkey: Hey girls, who do you think is prettier, her or me?
In unison, and without hesitation, they pointed at Mocha, which I found more funny than insulting. We stood in two lines for two bars before losing patience with both of them, asking random people who they thought was prettier. Mocha got exactly 100% of the vote, though one girl did tell me she thought I was more "precious" than pretty. Aw. She was cute. Mocha gamed a couple of guys in line behind us, opening with Who's Prettier, and following up by asking which set of fingernails was better painted. They said hers, and she gamed the crap out of them. It was cute. The boys were not, so we left the line and headed for a bar that didn't have a line.
We ended up at a vodka bar I'd never heard of, which was interesting. Chachi boys were everywhere, and one accosted me at the coatcheck. He grabbed my shoulders and told me to get laser eye surgery; it would apparently change my life.
Chachi: Laser eye surgury!
Monkey: Laser eye surgury! You're my new best friend!
Chachi: Have you met my girlfriend (he puts his arm around the coatcheck girl)?
Monkey: (to Coatcheck) You're cheating on me already? We're broken up. And I want my CDs back.
I took a survey of the room, and saw way more cock than I'm personally comfortable with, but Mocha was in a better frame than me anyway, so we went in and she went straight for the dance floor (her own personal playground) while I went to buy a drink. I stood around for a good twenty minutes waiting for the bartender to care that I'd been standing there for twenty minutes. Mocha came back from the dance floor, and opened a smoking blonde from behind me and brought me into the set. She started with our fingernails, and I continued with the Makeup rethread and she seemed to think I was an esthetician. I number closed, but she didn't write down her name. Don't know exactly what I plan to do about that...
Ejecting from the set, I saw a chubby solo sitting on a couch by the entrance so I sit down to sip my beer. I had no intention of opening her, but saw this strange little creature on her cell-phone that looked like a penguin. I asked her the Penguin opener and she opened right up telling me about her hobby of making cartoon figures out of produce. I thought it was cute; like veggie-tales, but stranger. I love women with quirks, so I continued gaming her for a bit, sliding into Juggler Method rather than continue with routines. An ugly bald guy showed up, so Mocha pulled him from the set, and he was quickly followed by a man with a hideous goatee, who requested that I vacate my seat so he could game Chubby. I quickly took the opportunity to eject.
We changed venues, going to a place appropriately called Monkey Island where neither Mocha nor I gamed anyone. We instead played a punching game that rates how strong a puncher you are. I am apparently a "Superman," the level down from "Boxer."
So various weirdnesses. Mocha number closed three boys. I number closed one girl. We got into two of the five clubs we tried to go to; next week we go earlier.
And Shaft, meet me at Chapters at 9:00 Friday, every week, for the rest of forever. >_<
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Are you guys going to live together and get married ? 
. We will plan something for next Friday. If Melissa wants to come she can tag along. It also sounds like you had a rough sarging night. But just cause I had some family plans doesn't make me dumb.... you dick. Plus we all know I am the prettiest of the land.... at least that what my magic mirror tells me.