Well, That Escalated Quickly.

yesterday was laura macinski's 21st birthday.
i devised a plan for my life. i decided to go to the ring premiere ball in the hopes of finding a husband. i ended up flirting with someone by the fried shrimp who had a lisp. so i left.
back to the birthday.
i go to the artful dodger, meeting up with a bunch of note girls and bringing kelly along.
i sign up to sing "doo wop (that thing)" by lauryn hill. karaoke night.
by sing, i mean rap while chelsea sings.
all of a sudden, twenty townies are crowding around, bumping and grinding. we kicked ass.
we leave the stage.
we go back to our table.
the townies come over. after creepy old men ask how old i am and are disappointed, i tell them it is laura's birthday. they rave about how awesome we are. i was told very sincerely that i was special. sincere to the point that i suspected she was being sarcastic. but she was drunk, so i'll take it.
the point of the story is that all of these townies gave us a crapton of money. someone put a twenty in laura's hand while she was singing. i got ten bucks to buy laura a drink. and in that way, our night escalated to one that was lucrative, a little drunk, and overall incredible. i left at eleven - there were at least 60 bucks on the table.
they stayed there much longer.
i will be there every tuesday doing the same song. and that is how i am going to pay for sustenance and my education.

skadoosh.