Last friday night was Jaymz’ birthday. He only drinks once a year, and man that is a good thing. A drunken Jaymz is like a little kid on xmas morning. A pervy kid, too. He was trying to get practically every single girl to eskimo kiss with him/make out with him, whatever. He really milked it for all it was worth. I really have to admit though, it was nice for a change that for once I wasn’t the creepy one! We went to Plaid to see Wes’s band play, then Casey Moore’s and then Glam. Nothing else notable happened.
Anyway, Sunday night we went to “The Faint” at the Marquee, which brought back some dark memories/vietnam flashbacks for sure. I was introduced to a girl named Valerie, and I asked her if she was named after Valerie Bertinelli. She said she was. I was like “you probably get that a lot” but she said that I was the only person whom she’s ever met who guessed that. She was was Cuban, but said her mom named her after a 70′s sitcom actress apparently to make her seem more American.