...

mike: or you can explain your relation to her
ira: there is a limit on the size.
ira: i did 288
mike: lbs?
ira: we were hanging out before i went to chicago the first time
mike: 288 what?
ira: met at that party when i put all my eggs in one basket but only because it was my only egg.
ira: pixels.
mike: ahh...
mike: right.

...

-----

Submitted by the "ira" in this convo.

Surprisingly, the effects of alcohol on chicktellectuals may be the same as the effects of alcohol on the general population. Sadly for this note, no independent proof is available to confirm that the subject is, in fact a chicktellectual; however circumstantial evidence exists, as chicktellectuals tend to travel in packs. Clearly, more research is needed.

My Life With the Chicktellectuals

January 9th, 2009. Webster Hall, New York City.

It was roughly 1am (technically the morning of January 10th). I was sitting around the table shared by my favorite party girls, Six Six Sick. Tiffany and I were chatting when we watched a total stranger walk up to our table, grab our carafe of cranberry juice, turn around so as not to be seen and take a swig right from the carafe.