Among the interesting people we met were Jing (a Thai physics graduate from Cal Tech who danced alone so that she would not injure anyone with her frantic-hand- flailing-help-I'm-drowning dance), Martin (a director of Photography who kept buying us shots of Patron... pronounced Pah-thhrawn. Tron has to be pronounced with a nasal twist.) and Kim (the sweaty trisexual chick in tight leather pants from the midwest). I didn't know how drunk I was at the club until I tried to stand. I would have gotten a tattoo that night had the tattoo place not closed half an hour earlier than usual. We ended up sleeping in the car till I sobered up.
