I’m going to rip myself away from my DVD player (Which has been looping Sex and the City for the last three days, thanks Kristi!) and go out.  Again with the leaving the house.  But, it’s for excellent and funny musicians, good friends and cheap drinks in a cool bar.  It should look something like this, which was last April.

Well, except Lindsey and her finger are going to be at work.  (Work, blah, who needs a job?)  So, it’s going to look more like this:

This was two weeks ago.  Maybe we are in a rut?  We party at the same three bars year round?  Well, I guess you can’t really complain when we look like this the entire time we’re in this bar.

And you can’t complain that this is a total bull shit post.  I have nothing to write about, I literally have been watching Sex and the City for days.  Sure, it’s given me lots to think about since I hang out with plenty of single people, but I can’t write about it, my parental units read this site!  The last thing they want to read about are my opinions on and experiences with various sexual issues. (I have no opinions, Biddies!  None at all, and certainly no experiences!)