Short Story--I got pretty wasted last night.
Long Story--It took three bars to do it. We kept going back to the same bar that didn't seem crowded until compared to other bars.
Short Story--I went to a gay strip club.
Long Story--I went in. They told me that they closed at three. I told them I had to go pee. I saw no state of nudity. All in all, I was disappointed.
Shory Story--I slept with The Postman again.
Long Story--We just slept together. We didn't cuddle. There was no dog. Just us in a cold bed. Me in my underwear. Him in his sweatpants and t-shirt.
Oh and let me tell you about how boring Valentine's Day was. I went on this really nice dinner with a girl from my improv troup. She assured me that the other guy that would be there was not there for a set up. He was 52 and started hitting on me about halfway through the meal. And then when we left the restaurant, he farted. I was so disturbed. Then I went for drinks with the Postman. He hit on some weird ugly guy for much of the time that we were there. I sang some kareoke. That was fun. The whole day had a bad feel to it. But whatever. It was Valentine's Day and I was single so what did I expect.
I am looking forward to this weekend even though I don't get to go out at all. It just seems like it is going to be fun and everyone is going to have a good time. I'm looking forward to hearing everyone's crazy Mardi Gras stories. Plus, I'm saving up for St. Pats. Can't wait. Not going to miss the parade this year. Guster is in a week. So excited. I called the radio station ten times today trying to get a VIP pass to have special time with them. Didn't work. Oh well. Still going to the concert. I geuss that is the short and the long story. Happy getting drunk without me weekend.