Actual conversations overheard this year in our grand old party district...  

Guy to door bitch: Hi, I’m on the list.
Door bitch: There you are. Go right in, sir.
Guy to friend: Ha, that bouncer didn’t think we could get in. Let’s go stick it in his face!
Guy 2: Yeah!


Drunk girl: Like, you guys totally have to go to like, this really really cool party next Friday, you’ll like really...
Friend: * mumble mumble *
Drunk girl: Wha? It was last week??


Drunk guy to friend: Those are some huge tits...
Tranny: *pulls up shirt and shakes tits out


Guy on E, 6am: You know, house music is like cradling a baby, man. And if you keep that beat with one foot on the ground and one foot off, you can like, wait for a visa for seven hours! It’s like rocking a baby in your arms! You do that, and your body won’t ache.


Drunk girl in 7-11: Omigod! I’ve never seen Snapple made with white tea before!
Friend: I have.
Drunk girl: You have?! Here??
Friend: No, in the States.


Guy to his friend: Check out that girl over there. Can you distract her friends?
Friend: But isn’t that a dude?


Guy: You’re such a yahoo.
Girl: Yahoo? Look, Beav, it’s not 1962.


Hot girl: Hey, are you Steve Buscemi?
Steve Buscemi lookalike: Uh, yes. Yes I am.


At free Halloween make-up counter: Ugh! I wouldn’t have anyone else touching my face!