normal.

so. last night i went downtown to see dave and ben, and i really wasn't trying to go out. i did my little pseudo diva shit and told them i'd rather stay in, but they weren't buying it, so we went to the standard hotel roof and met up with adler and dicky deutch. ron jeremy was there and the guys from the pickup artist show. one of their disciples tried to holler at our homegirl, which was entertaining. it was someones bachelorette party so a bunch of ridiculous girls were wyling out. i had a couple dirty martinis and then went to room 315. dave got his foot stuck in the sheets of one of the beds and fell against the headboard cutting the bridge of his nose and leaving a welt on his forehead. he was alright though. we ordered a bunch of food, i had a ceasar salad and a swiss grilled cheese. we took weird pictures and then walked home to bens condo. i drank a ginger ale and slept on his floor, woke up, went to ihop, sat in front of the plaza at some downtown building, waited for moses to pick up dave and I and then went to rehearsal.