Alcohol + Hot Date = Bad Idea

In case no one went out to celebrate on my behalf yesterday, it’s ok, because I did. Well, actually I was on a date and had one to many glasses of wine. I always drink too much on dates. Then I wake up the next morning curious as to why a tub of Crisco is smeared all over my body and “I’ll take you to the candy shop,” is on repeat in my stereo.

Last night wasn’t any different. And yes for those of you who seem so concerned about my love life, I’m dating again. Between all this bitching and moaning about being single, I love it. Really I do. It’s a blessing. I’m enjoying my freedom. (Cue the violins, because this lonely bitch needs to get laid). But to put a few of my reader’s minds at rest (*hint*, *hint*) I want to say that for the record, I met someone. He’s a cool cat. I appreciate him. He’s on salary and has good credit.

I guess I would call last night a double date. It was my date and I, his boy and his boy’s “friend”. (Whatever that means). We all went to the comedy club because my date said he had got an email Bruce Bruce was performing.

When we got there it was really Bruce something or other from, “Last Comic Standing”. I don’t know, but he was a tall white guy, not a fat, black Bruce Bruce. Apparently, he only performs on Fridays.

The guys wanted to leave, but I talked them into staying. I told them if we got drunk enough it would be a great show! Of course most comedy clubs have a two-drink minimum anyway. I think it's to make the comedians funnier. Whatever, I’ll pass your minimum and raise you drunk. Man I was drunk last night.

After the show, I hugged every single guy that went on stage and told them their act was the best. Then we went to grab a bite to eat and I think I got more food around my mouth than actually in it. I remember my date wiping the sides of my mouth for me. (Thanks man). There was also a local band playing at the food joint. I was, of course, the only one dancing.

It was around this time he took me home. I hope he calls again…