On Saturday night I went to MisShapes with Brandon and Sarah (seen here with Sean Dack sneaking in the last-minute bird). It was so hot and crowded and sweaty that we tried to hide out in a tiny corner in the back.
So this handsome feller here is Pete. On this night, it was his job to stamp everyone's hand as they entered the party. Eveything was going smoothly until my friend Sarah D. showed up with some prissy French dude she was dating at the time who didn't refused to have his hand stamped. Pete was like "C'mon dude, just give me your hand, you're blocking the doorway and holding up the whole line." Again, he refused. And Pete was like "What's the problem, just give me your hand!" The French guy was like "I have important meetings, I can't have some stamp on my hand!" Pete was like "Homeboy, just give me your hand." The French guy got angry and indignant and started getting in Pete's face saying "Don't you know who I am?" Pete, apparently not knowing who he was went ahead and gave him a stamp...
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