rofl and i went to court's birthday on saturday. we went out to dinner first since he owes me like 5000 bucks in gas. i figured dinner would do. we went to father's office in la. talk about eye candy. dayummm. not only am i a pro at undressing fine looking men with my eyes, but i happen to be an avid beer drinker and this was by far the place to do both. i got a pliny (mr. music's recommendation...a little on him in a bit). that is some damn good beer. we split a burger. rofl tried to explain to me how this guy gets his meat from the moon, or pluto, or something. i obviously wasn't listening too well.
we went to the bar, aka scene of the birthday crimes, an hour early. i met some guy that said he was a blogger but hadn't posted anything in almost a year. he then claimed that one of the guys he was with played for "da bears" and pointed out his cousin who was "da bears" wife. the "blogger" was cute. we ran into each other a few times throughout the night. and then it got weird.
the chick who was apparently blogger's cousin AND married, interrupted us mid-convo and full-on started making out with him...errrrm huh? obviously i walked away, highly confused from the incestual act i had just witnessed. flash forward 30 mins and i walked past the cousin who told me the blogger was looking for me. sooooo what? you make out with him then try to set us up? no thanks, girlfriend.
and then i remembered why i stick to divey bars.
p.s. i got my own pretty, little domain so if you have me bookmarked be sure to change it once the domain changes to romanticallychallenged (dot) net