Today was Jessica's birthday. She's the top ace script supervisor. She used to date this guy called Paul who nobody liked, then one day he said he was stressed out with LA, packed up and left for San Francisco and that was that. As far as I know Jessica has been single since.

The girls down the hall made a cake but the rest of us ordered Indian food from a place called Tantra. What a stupid name for a restaurant.

They brought Spring chicken marinated in tandoori masala and Grilled in the tandoor then served with sweet mango "n" mint chutney. This was amazing.

The mains were Crisp fried chicken tossed, curry leaf, sweet peppers, kadhai garam masala and wine tomatoes plus some chicken marinated in yoghurt, red chillies and cumin seed, cooked in the tandoor and served with mint chutney. This was even more amazing.

We washed this spicy b-day luncheon down with lots of bottles of Pilsner lager. By 5pm we were sloshed- so we went the luna lounge for some good fashioned tiki-dance mayhem.
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I hit her with the hammer on top of the head. She made a lot of noise and kept on making noise, so I hit her again.