Friday night was busier than normal, and I had already had to cops in to escort a lurid local out after he called me a sucia, and I was absolutely dead tired from the previous nights' festivities, so tired I could barely hold a conversation. Two grad students who know a few of the other bartenders came in for a late night backgammon game, and I was attempting to learn the finer points of the game from them when who should wander in but Mark. He had ditched his friends to come hang out with me, which is nice, yay, and we ended up staying up until 5am again when I was finally done working (or had done enough that the rest could wait until the next morning). I drove him back to the house he was staying at, practically had to jump him to kiss me, and he said that we should go see the butterflies the following day. I said okay, he already had my number, and that was that.
No call throughout the day, which was fine, I had plenty to do. I woke up way too early and Damien and I went to the bar to finish cleaning (that took me two hours, Christ). I cleaned up the house here and there, unclogged my sink, had a little dance party with Damien with Ferraby Lionheart and The 1990s, discovered a rat in my roommate's bathroom that had clearly been engineered by nuclear scientists, escaped to the Merc with Damien to get away from all things vermin, and got a call from Samantha inviting me to music festival in Isla Vista. Having little to nothing else to do at that point, and wanting desperately to stay out of the house as much as possible, I met up with her while the party was in full swing. Mark called after Samantha and I had already decided to have an afterparty at my house, so I invited him.
Eventually, it ended up that Mark and Julian and Samantha and I were hanging out. I put on The Mighty Boosh (awesome show for when you want something brilliantly visual on mute in the background), set my iTunes to my party mix, and ate chocolate and drank port. I decided that Damien should probably go on a walk, so Mark and I walked around the block and to the park behind my house where Damien and I went down the slides. By the time we got back, Julian and Samantha decided they had to have food right then. As we're all walking out of the house, Mark mentions that he's going to jet after that, so Samantha grabs me and asks me what the fuck happen. I throw my hands up in the air, tell her to file this whole thing under Whatever (I speak in hip cliches when tipsy), and we adventure off in search of nachos. Mark hugs me goodbye. I go to bed. Samantha later tells me that Julian said, "Wow, that was weird. Mark's a really nice guy. I wonder why he left?" And Samantha cracked up because...fucking perfect, man, you can't make this shit up.