So, I just had another lovely evening at my local bar, with yet more bad service, but this time, somehow, it was tolerable. Mainly because I was with a gaggle of girls, who always make things better, no matter how bad things really are.
-It seems that I am a fucking laugh riot, and am capable of making people laugh with my "Joe Pesci" impersonations, especially when Joe Pesci is driving a guido convertible with the top down and his toupee is waving in the breeze.
-It's also really funny when I'm impersonating lactating women with "nipples the size of scooter pies". When I tried to substitute "scooter pies" for "pepperoni", I was reprimanded that it just wasn't funny enough.
-I spent the day seeking romance advice from my high school exboyfriend. Hey, he gchatted me. He gchats me all the time. I can't help it if I'm gchattable. Anyway, is it weird that the guy I lost my virginity to is now my Dear Abby? Probably...
-High School ex-boyfriend made the brilliant deduction that I prefer younger men. Not a hard deduction to come to, except, he reminded me that he, too, was younger than me. Oops. He might be onto something.
-Sometimes it is much easier to get a waiter's attention when making shadow puppets. Shadow puppets are way more obvious then, say, really good cleavage.
Another educational evening out. Sometimes, they are so needed.