Boy am I glad to be back at Weasel Central today. I am currently so bored I'm thinking about setting myself on fire. Just for something different, really.

I forgot to tell y'all about this crazy assed "single's party" I went to on Saturday. It was called Playing with Matches and it was as gaybo as it sounds. People paid $125 (but not me and my friend, we got FREE tickets!). Then it got stupid. The cougars were beyond drunk, the guys with the comb overs were going after the barely legals (girls, how did you manage the cover charge?) and I was horrified at the whole display. Guys milling about, too scared to talk to any of the ladies who were standing around looking single and desperate. Dude, if I dropped that kind of stupid cash, I'd be talking to EVERYONE. Mind you, I was kinda drunk by the end of the night, so I was talking to EVERYONE. Buah ha ha. We did the speed dating thing, and I got yelled at by this little psycho redhead guy for not having an ID number (uh, I've already explained, I didn't register for this and see that gal with the headset? Yeah? She pulled me in here to talk to you. So shut up. What? The 3 minutes is over? Dang.).

All I can say is thank gawd for free drink tickets. And power drinking on an empty stomach. That makes everything more fun.

More details to follow. Like, did I get picked by any of those crazy speed date guys? Hmmm. I wonder.