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2003-09-13 - 11:14 p.m. i should just let 'em go, but... don henley hey, we just got back from the de la hoya / mosley fight. it was such bullshit! more on that later last night, matt and i went dancing. he's so sweet. he came home from work, and told me we were going out to dinner. which wasn't that much of a shock considering that when he called me in the afternoon, and asked what i had planned for dinner, i said, ".....um.....something good?", to which he replied, "okay, babe". uh, yeah. i'm not much of a cook. anyway, he had reservations at "our" romantic mex restaurant. he knows i LOVE this place. candlelight, roaming guitar players singing beautiful spanish songs, and, the food is muy delicioso. it was perfect, just like him. at the restaurant, my phone rang, and la liz was about two sheets on her way to three at the local gay bar. "hey, bitch, what are you and your fine ass man doing?", "hey, ho, where you at?", and so it went. we finished our meal, and met her and some friends at the club. it was so much fun. we danced all night. la liz has added another another beautiful boy to her stable of adoring queers. his name is chad, and he's hot as hell. we all got pretty drunk, and friendly on the dance floor. not too, it was all good clean fun. i love those wild nights. this morning, i wanted to murder the sun, but i had to get up. i was on a mission. i needed to get tickets to the strokes, and the red hot chili peppers. the strokes was a joke. it was fan club pre sale only, and after trying for like two minutes, i got the pre sale tix sold out screen. two fucking minutes. whatever. anyway, i did get red hots tix. pretty good ones too. mike watt, and the flaming lips are opening. that's gonna be a great show. later, we headed to my aunts for the fight. de la hoya was fucking robbed, pure and simple. mosley won by decision, and it was the wrong decision. a fucking travesty's what it was. i could only imagine the large number of drunken, pist off mexicans all over southern california, and points beyond. a scary, scary thought. i'm gonna go hop on matty now 'night.... |
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