Hahaha. So after reading Mr. Defensor's blog regarding the weekend updates, it dawned on me that I have yet to mention what happened last Friday night (Oct. 18) and the rest of my weekend updates. I'll keep it short since I know I usually write too much anyway and I'll write pretty much about Friday's haps.



So. Friday. First of all, I failed a midterm. Awesome way to begin the day. It brought my spirits to a new high. Perhaps much like the feeling I imagine you would get putting your hand through a running circular saw. Maybe not that fun, but fun nonetheless, do you know what I'm saying? So then I go to work where I talk with my boss. It was cool because she didn't seem as mad at me as I thought she was, but I still get a feeling that she dislikes me. And then, evening rolls around...



As you might know, a little party was thrown at a quaint little club in San Francisco. Drinks were around, yes. So you know how that goes. And as I blogged earlier about, but not with much elaboration, embarrassing is as embarrassing does. And I must say, I was perhaps as embarrassing as I ever hope to be again. Well, I've been embarrassing before, but this was pretty damn embarrassing. Yes, the music wasn't that great. Yes, the drinks weren't made that well. Yes, I did drink those drinks. Yes, I was perhaps inebriated. Yes, I did see all of you pointing and laughing. Yes, I did dance. And yes, I was embarrassing.



But no, I did not make love with my clothes on. No, I did not make that call. And no, Maganda Boy is yet another nickname that does not make sense.



But yes again, I was embarrassing. And I apologize.