gentlemen of the world (and possibly some ladies, too):

A lesson in how not to pick up chicks

Calling "What up, playa" at 3:30 in the morning to two women making their way back to their apartment. And then repeating it when there is no discernible response.

For one thing, how do you know that these women are 'playa's?

For another, the first words out of your mouth were a loud "fuck you all" at the people you were partying with.

In other news, I miss seeing four a.m. on a regular basis.