Its been hard day's night... and I've been working like a dooooog...

Didn't make it home again. Finished working at HK at around 12mn last night but was greeted at the bar by my three good friends and some extras. As in typical fashion, I proceeded to catch up to their level of consciousness by using alcohol (make shift long island ice teas... tastes like gasoline but hey, it gets you there) to bend my mind like a spoon. Thinking a few drinks would make it even steven I TRIED (the operative word being tried) to head out to path trains. That was not to be. With a little encouragement from Alex (my friend and boss) and a promise of a warm familiar couch (Brendan's couch has become my bed of choice through the months... I always wake up feeling like I had a wild night, smelling of cigarettes and other people's sweat... even if I was at his place all night playing video games) I was persuaded into forging on into the night. We ended up at Brendan's. It was Alex, Brendan, Moosie (AKA Alison) Natalie, and myself. Joining us at Brendan's was his flatmate and good friend Lucier and their old pal Mardene. What happens when you mix a Greek, three South Africans, a Frenchwoman, a Filipino, and a Jew together and add alcohol and instruments? The strangest musical ever! We all took turns singing in our native languages... it was a very united nations moment... I guess it was in tune to the olympics... Oh shit, I'm late for work... more on this later!