The 9-0
A friend of mine wanted to talk some film business last night. He suggested we meet at the 9-0, right across the street from frat row, for the cheap beers...$2 a pint, he promised. We went. Saw a couple of 507 students, discussed business. Soon the bar started to fill up, cute girls, more cute girls, some unbelievably hot chicks, all started to roll in. By 11pm, it was packed, Harris Ranch-style, hot girls everywhere. Donkey dudes. Lots of beer, a man from Marlbolo giving away free zippo lighters. Girls looking for the dick. Guys staring at boobs. One of the 507 dudes is a big African American guy. Girls mistook him for a football player and mobbed him. He turned down at least 3 drunken underage girls.
Saw some undergrad film students at the bar. One is in the class I SA. She said, "I didn't know grad students come to the 9-0."
Apparently, they don't.
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And do YOU have anything interesting to report. Granted, you're unlikely to be mistaken for a football player, but how about a soon to be famous filmmaker? How do the girls feel about that?
You should know this by now, but being a filmmaker doesn't exactly translate to girls throwing their panties toward you...in fact, the football player dude actually used the filmmaker bit on some drunk girl, who yawned and moved on to a drunken frat guy who at least was interested in talking about football, instead of say, Italian Neorealism.
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