Spent last evening with Angela at Avalanche. After a couple of hours of pizza, beer, and completely uninhibited getting crap off our chests, she had to go. Shortly after, I am sitting there finishing off the pitcher and listening to that amazing singer (btw, her name is Stephanie Westfall). Two very attractive ladies (showing gratuitous clevage) take a seat two tables away from me. They are clearly drunk, and are not being subtle talking about sex. Every guy that approaches gets met with "Hey baby, what's your name?" I even catch the occasional "...that guy with the long hair over there..."

They were blurry enough that I could've (almost too) easily gone over and gotten my flirt on bigtime. Yet having this opportunity handed to me on a sterling platter, I didn't really care. After Angela left, I just wanted to listen to the band and leave.

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She called tonight and asked if we wanted to go out for a drink, which is the first time she's called me. I am tickled to no end by this. I have another honest-to-goodness, wanna-hang-out-with-me friend! (yay!) Unfortunately, after paying a bill or two I am totally broke, and having busted my ass at work building up for Memorial Day weekend (the busiest of the year for us), and having stayed up so late last night, I am so goddamned tired my eyes feel all fuzzy staying up to tell you guys about this (and I'm sure the quality is lacking).

Dammit. I'd've loved to go out. But I needed to stay home tonight. Dammit.