If I don’t write anything tonight, I’ll ruin my perfect posting record so far for December, and that would make me sad.
And so, my tweets from tonight will have to suffice. Draw your own conclusions… Or, actually, please don’t. You’re likely to come up with something far more sordid than reality.
“I might have just lived through the longest and strangest happy hour ever, wherein I was the nice one, and Megan was the scary one!”
“It’s been so long since I’ve been hit on in a bar that I can’t figure out of tonight’s guy was amusingly creepy, or just creepy.”