Kicked
So tonight Justin's band was here and I got to hang out with them for a while. That was fun.
The most fun part, however, came when someone decided to moon the onlookers, of which there were 2. The real problem was that this person persisted in this position (two points for alliteration) for several minutes. And "security" noticed. By "security", I mean a fat 250 lb dyke with a mullet who called the cops and got us kicked out of this really swank hotel. Fucking bastards. Now I'm home and will soon go to bed.
Nighty, night.
-Jace