Notes to self from last night:

 Met Bill, a part-time choreographer, part time stage director, former political science major, and writer of children’s books. Bill is the kind of person who wears tight shirts only because his muscles are so big they can’t be any other way. Bill also has the nicest smile, and is the first person with which I’ve ever had a meaningful conversation with in a club. It’s funny, but talking to a perfect stranger brought everything into perspective. Thanks, Bill. And if you’re reading this, it was an absolute pleasure meeting you.
 I will never go to Attica again. Ever. Would dancing kill you people? And no we don’t want to dance with you. And stop staring at my boobs, goddamnit. And my tattoo.
 No, Attica, I will not pay for drinks on Ladies’ Night. You don’t even have a hot guitarist which I can ogle to justify it. Pooh on you, Attica.
 Chocolate martinis are supposed to be brown, not green. Putting Hershey’s chocolate syrup around the rim of the martini glass does not magically transform the green liquid into a chocolate martini.
 Miss C and Miss J are the funniest people I can think of to hang around with. That bathroom scene still cracks me up.
“Can I ask you an honest question?”
“What?”
“Have I put on weight?”
“What? No!”
“No, seriously. Did I look like this the last time I wore this dress?”
“You look fine?”
“But did I put on weight?”
“Um…. A little bit. But you’re just PSMsing, right? It’ll go away”
“SO I AM FATTER!!!!”
“But it’ll go away!”
“Oh no I’m fatter!”
“But it’ll go away!”
*wail*
“Oh no, everything I say is wrong, I feel like a man!”
Pause.
“Can I ask you an honest question?”
”NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!”
“Just one-“
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!”