GOODBYE DJ PAUL OR WHATEVER YOUR NAME WAS

When my car was making one of those crazy screeching sounds last night, I thought I needed some brakes. I made some calls and somehow found a guy named Dave in Walnut to do them. I turns out it wasn't the brakes but that the rotors were warped. That's why everytime I would brake hard when I was going fast, it would shudder pretty badly. The brake pads were fine at about 75% and I suppose I could have just skipped on the work. But I was tired of braking carefully and just had them do it for $178. I liked the work a lot and will probably keep going to this guy.

After dinner, it was time to head out to Corona to go out with Kimi and her friends. Robyn was there and so was Viviana, a 50+ Latina with a smokin' body. Later, some of her work friends showed up and they were pretty tame.

After a few shots of brandy and some drinks of vodka and mixer, we went to the bar that's pretty close by in Los Lagos. Kim's friend the DJ was spinning there and it was his late night. People showed up and it was cool because the dance floor was outside. The last time I was here, it was inside and small and it got hot. This time, the dance floor was outside and it was nice and cool all night long.

I wish I would have talked to the blond Latina I danced with for a little bit, but I got too drunk and I'm not sure what happened. I probably started dancing with other chicks or the group I rolled in with. Ate Ella and Danny came too so it was cool seeing them.

Pretty soon, the drinks added up and I was pretty trashed. When we got home, I remember talking to Viviana and felt her up a little, but before I knew it, I was in bed knocked the fuck out.