Maybe I am not absolutely sober right now, but I'm getting close. I promise.

The Chocolate Chippendales were...something I had never witnessed before. That is assured. I wonder if I will ever become old enough or debaunched enough to actually try to tip almost-naked men in their g-strings as they walk by. This is a sad, even more sobering thought.

Anyhow, I am glad for a fun dinner at Glas Kat with my girls and a few guys here and there.

I think I am doing fairly well with the typing-while-not-exactly-sober thing. I do have a secret though: I am using the delete key A LOT. Oh well. No one's perfect.

I wish we had more time to dance at the club after the show, but unfortunately, Tim couldn't hold his liquor. SAD.

All I have to say is: guys sort of suck. This is from experience. If they're not ruining a clubbing night, they're ruining all sorts of other shit. Yadda yadda. I need to become asexual. Sorry, Tim, you're still cool. Just using you as a whipping boy for males in general. Whee!

I've never blogged when not completely sober. Interesting.

Final Note: Shit, I forgot as I was trying to find the end-bracket key thing. Alcohol is evil.

Insert your own favorite angsty song. Whooo!