don't call me baby

oh my god. mr p was drunk off his ass yesterday at like 18:00 and text messaging me.

uuuuugh! why? why? why? i got this message: SIEMPRE ESTAS EN MI MENTE PORQUE TE QUIERO

an hour later i send him this message: ESTAS EBRIO?
to which came the response: HUH?
to which i answered: ARE YOU DRUNK?!
and the response: MAYBE, WHY?
i told him: JUST WAIT TILL YOU SEE THE TEXT MESSAGES THAT YOU SENT ME!
and because i was in a restaurant (and neither did i feel like fielding a call from a drunk mexican) i ignored his two calls.

so much for mr p being like a brother.

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last night went out (after some guilt-tripping) with last year's bunch. i didn't really want to go if it was only going to be the three of us, but i hadn't seen JCP in a few months so i decided i could make the effort. i called m to see if he was going, but he said he had other plans. he showed up with JCP's BF nonetheless. and then two of his friends met up with us. and we went to a couple of bars. which we entered free. anyway i spent around fifteen minutes explaining to one of m's friends, a persian guy, the benefits of a wider vocabulary. he was drunk so i had no impact. i brought to his attention the fact that in the same breath you said school teachers were hot and that chicago's architecture is hot. do you see how you might benefit from a wider vocabulary? also, he kept calling me "baby." but given his limited vocabulary, he probably didn't mean it in the sense a normal person would interpret it.