An optometry student, a brit and a brasilian walk into a bar...

It's 1 AM, and I am just falling asleep.... aaaaaaahh... sleep... I like sleep...of my many talents, sleeping is one I'm good at and like to practice often. Waking up - that is still tricky with me, not a good waker upper, especially when awakened by "Sweeeeeeeeeet Home Alabama! Lord, I'm comin home to yooooou" [my cell phone ring]... Who is calling at 1 AM? I see it's The Flea. Is it an emergency? is she ok? so i answer.

Five minutes earlier, somewhere in chicago....
"wait a minute, wait a minute, you're brasilian??? dude you gotta call my friend maggi!"


Do I hear The Flea on the other end of the phone? yes, yes I do, but it is not she calling....
So it's 1 AM, I am on the phone with some brasilian dude, The Flea laughing her ass off in the background and then John from Manchester is on the phone, who can't understand me b/c I'm speaking American. "DUDE, maggi, I met this guy and he was all my friend is brasilian and I was all, and we were drinkin', right?..."
All of this - 6 hours before I need to get up and get to work.

Apparently, The Flea is doing just fine in lovely Down Town Chicago... it's her kind of town =)