Happy Endings

Just because you go to a place named Happy Endings, it doesn't mean the end of your evening will be happy.

Noted.

R.C. left for Las Vegas and life must go on with or without her *insert crazy laughter here* - So I'm at this place surrounded by friends and strangers and our song comes on...



I know it became our song when in Boston, every single bar/club played it at least twice. Seriously! Trust me. But why, oh why, do we actually LIKE it so much? Don't stop believing baby!

I walk into one of the bathroom stalls and the girl who had just been there left her (ugly) clutch bag behind. I was almost certain it had to be hers. I did my acrobatic thing and left, looking for her... Several hundred dollar bills were peeking through one side. I hated myself for believing in karma. I found the alcohol-tranced lady and returned her 3-season's-past-ugly-thing.

I could have been $x00s richer today. But who cares, I did the right thing. I'm proud of myself.

Mantra, mantra: Do good, always. Yim hem bababa, tik tik tok. Ha, ha. *wiggle/smile*

End of my evening: Lame.

This is why I'm hot!