Willie Style

ohmyfuckinggod, i forgot, i have to write this down so i can read it a year from now. my birthday was very much a typical day until 9. R & I went to eat @ Asti Trattoria and afterwards, i figured we'd just go home and that would be it and close the book on another typical birthday. no, no, we went to Charlie's. and it was Monday nite. and Paris Chanel was hosting the wet underwear contest, and well, yours truly won second, $25, and a throng of admirers. i dont know what's more embarrassing, that i had the guts to do it in front of complete strangers or that i danced around afterwards for 30 minutes in nothing but those wet underwear. and then i called into work the next day and took off and did nothing.
besides this though, for eternity, my birthday shall be synonymous with the day that Katrina struck New Orleans and obliterated the city.