There are some leftovers that I need to throw out there from the last post.

More about the night of dancing and pseudo-debauchery:

1.) Our host for the night (he deejays for the new club and we're close personal friends with his wife) swaggered out with the three of us on his arms yelling about going home with his "hot Asian bitches." It took me a moment to realize he was talking about us because between me, his wife, and the SSLP we embody all the characteristics in this world that are NOT Asian. He was pretty drunk and it was pretty hilarious, even when we were walking behind actual Asians. Plus, you'd just have to know this deejay to understand how much he is not a pimp.

2.) I happen to be the owner of the camera that took all the blackmail pictures. RELENTLESSLY CAUTIOUS.

More about dating:

I talked about how I don't know how to date "the right, fun way," so I guess I should add here my definition of the right, fun way: flitting lightheartedly from person to person, taking nothing at all seriously and not getting attached in any profound way to the potentials while doing so. Like a queen bee and her drones sort of deal. I either hang out, or I'm a girlfriend. I'm not so good at the in-between, I guess. As well, I don't have the energy or the attention span to date more than one person at a time - too visually confusing, and I know I'd mix up names and call them all the name of the one I was most interested in. Pretty sure that's breaking at least two rules regarding masculine pride.

More about Death Proof:

Foot fetishes and lap dances, my friends. Not to mention the best turnabout I've seen on film in years. It will be mine - oh yes.