I am a creature of the night-especially on the weekends.

After work my darling Indian boys cooked me some dinner and invited me to grab a beer at Trailhead. Moha and the Saudi's showed unexpectedly before we were about to leave however, and caused all sorts of confusion and awkwardness. Moha pulled me aside and claimed his friend saw me the night before "cheating on him"-which is total bs. After twenty minutes of trying to explain to Moha through broken Arabic and English, I finally convinced him he has nothing to worry about.

I ditched the Saudi's and Moha, since they were underage and went over to Trailhead with Amol, Tanmay, and Sri. Of course, while we were playing foosball a handsome 30 year old American man joined in the fun. Before we left the bar, Matt, the American, had my number, had bought me drinks, and was pushing to hangout after the bar closed. I told him I would appreciate a ride to my car, but I wouldn't go home with him. As Matt is driving me to my car I noticed that I literally had 10 missed calls from Moha and a text that said "I'm next to your car, where the hell are you?!" So I had to awkwardly have Matt drop me off at an ajacent abandoned parking lot, wait till he drove away, then walk to my car. So stupid...

After we got home, Moha and I got pretty fucked up on Willie's stuff, and at one point in the night Moha at pancakes, a Big Mac, a Spicy Mc Chicken, and a large Coke. I don't even know how he consumed so much food...