Rommel's Random Ramblings

I went to Shark Club last night. Listening to the music in the trance room makes me want to either play DDR or drift my car downhill a la Initial D. The bouncer almost didn't let me in, actually. He thought my keychain/watch was some sort of brass knuckle type thing. But then he recognized it for what it was and let me through. That reminds me of when I got stopped at a sobriety checkpoint without having had anything to drink... twice. I'd like to think that they stop cars at regular intervals instead of me doing something that made the CHP single me out. Oh well, only me...