Dropped car off at shop. Got crappy rental. Watched James Bond. Tried writing. Went and shot Thrive for Jonathan. Had lots of people recognize me, and introduce themselves- I had already approved them on MySpace… but never met, or even spoke before. It’s nice to be recognized. Went to Havana. 1st drive to clubs on my own. Warm greeting from Susan and everyone. Thought about getting a place in Atl. TJ was plastered and puking when I got there. Gave my camera to lots of people to shoot me with the girls. Sol invited me to the booth where they had 2 bottles of Champagne, “We got 2 bottles, and we need your help to finish them”. Came over. Susan made me drink some champagne. April walked over “It’s my birthday” (I never met her before) “Good for you! How old are you?” “That’s not the reply I wanted!” “Oh…. hmmmmm” and I grabbed her, french kissed her, and dipped her so low that we hit the benches behind us! (It then turned out that she just turned 25). There was dancing, then we went across the street to Tongue & Groove - which was totally packed. One of my friends wanted to leave, but wanted to make sure he wasn’t going to get a DUI. He walks up to a cop and asks if he can get a breathalyser test. The cop refused. So I say “I got a joke for you” - the cop was actually mid-conversation, and did not look amused… he looked angry, actually. So.. I kept going:

“This cop pulls this guy over, and says ’sir… you were driving a bit erratically, I’m going to have to ask you to breath into the breathalyser.’ The guy replies ‘ I’m sorry officer, I’m afraid I can’t do that’ ‘can’t breath into the breathalyser? Why not?’ ‘well… I suffer from Asthma, and not only might the exertion cause an attack, but my medication may miscalibrate your device’ ‘oh… well.. I guess that makes sense… I’ll tell you what- why don’t you pee into the urinalysis machine?’ ’sorry officer, afraid I can’t do that either.’ ‘And why not?’ ‘Well… I also suffer from Diabetes, and I need my fluids, my sugars, and the medication from that may miscalibrate THAT machine’ ‘oh.. ok.. well… I’ll tell you what… why don’t you just walk this straight white line here?’ ‘Sorry officer… afraid I can’t do that either.’ ‘you can’t walk the white line? Why not?’ ‘I’m too fucked up!’ ”

The cop did not look amused… but then (without smiling though) he says “I guess that’s pretty good.” It was just fun telling that joke to some cop I’ve never met. T&G was way too crowded for my taste (and my camera), so I left the club, and then left for the evening, as it was 2am and I still had to pack for Florida, and drive out that night.

The next day I got 2 e-mails on MySpace:
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1) Hi! I’m the birthday girl from last night @ Havana. I’m a bit concerned b/c I know I was DRUNK off my ass & you had your camera w/ ya. Please show me pics b/f posting them on MySpace. I just had looking completely shitfaced& follish.

PS…I think I had a BLAST last night, but I blacked-out before leaving Havana. You know it was a good night when you have to make a phone call immediately upon waking.
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2) OMG it so nice to see you last night I had a BLAST from what i remember haha!

anyway i was gonna ask a favor… PLEASE PLEASE dont send any pictures out of me ( I think you took a couple) I would love to see them BUT i just dont want anything out my Fiance wouldn’t like ya-know??!!

I can’t wait to hang out with you again!
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