1. Tuesday, May 28, 2002

    karisa throws great parties 

    if you’re a girl.

    she swears that she doesnt really have that many girl-friends in LA but i think she does that on purpose. most of the parties that she and her hot roommate throw are what are commonly referred to as sausage parties or sword fights. 500-600 guys trying to impress karisa and becca.

    both gals sent out invites at their workplaces, but of course, only the fellas attended. many of them recognized my name and said they read this blog, and for those lads, i say hello, and nice to have met you.

    the only fight that i got into yesterday was with an insect and i barely won.

    i got stung by a bee!

    it was my first time ever.

    i felt an itchy thing on my back and i reached for it and i felt a little sting and i saw the bee fly over my head and try to attack karisa. i said, “i think i just got stung by that bee.”

    basart investigated and sure enough, bee sting.

    i kept drinking my beer and looking at karisa.

    im agent feels no pain, remember.

    ken told her to get the tweezers.

    there was much discussion about how to pull out the stinger without making the thing spread. i dont know what thing they were talking about, but basart is an expert at everything and this was one of the few times that it actually came in handy.

    i drank more beer.

    ken put an ice cube on the sting.

    karisa quickly showed up with the tweezers and pulled it out painlessly.

    i drank more beer.

    she sat back down.

    i looked at her some more.

    no pain.

    then ken saw the bee again, swatted it down fearlessly since it no longer had a stinger.

    then he stepped on it.

    when they all asked how i felt, i said, “a little buzzed.”