...but not so much that I made it into Be Cool. Ended up getting put on standby and never got in the door. Bastards.

I blame Antoine and his freaky haircolor for jinxing it for me.

Still, had a nice evening with SarahLiz. As we stood in line, we plotted the murder of the two yuppies behind us who talked about buying Ferrari's for the purposes of crashing them. I briefly considered interrupting in with an anecdote from Dr. Dre's Behind The Music where he talked about racing a Ferrari (or was it a Lamborghini?) down Wilshire Boulevard, but decided against it. After being turned away from the theatre, we discussed the flaws of Westwood on our way to Chili's.

Split a burger. I memorized one of the drinks on the menu.

We left. On the way out, I stabbed a waitress with one the Westfield Shoppingtown pens that Thor was generating for a while. I went with the prison-style walk-by, obviously, so as to avoid attracting attention to myself. We were already at her car before I heard sirens.

Split up. Drove home. Had a weird moment on the road when I found myself agreeing with John Ziegler on KFI. Even more so because it wasn't because I've finally lost my mind, but because he was actually criticizing George Bush. Scary. Apparently he's also moving to the 7-10 slot, which makes me wonder a) did someone murder Phil Hendrie when I wasn't looking? and b) does that mean Coast to Coast will get to be live again on the weekdays? Of course, these are rhetorical questions, 'cause I'm sure I'll get the answers just by going to the KFI website.

All right, time to find out if I'm actually doing anything with my Friday night...