Sorry...

Crap, been neglecting my blog.

Nothing much has been happening. I'm still single, but very much attached to LP.

As for Cat's dating misadventures, I was stupid enough to gorge on free Jack Daniels Friday night. Open bar. Imagine that.

"Party starts at 8." Now, for a veteran barhopper (nyahahaha...), them open bars run out of booze FAST. Nevermind being fashionably late. I'd rather be drunk and happy.

Drunk and happy, alright. I had consumed more than how many triples, before ten o'clock, by which time I hurled Red Kimono's beef kamameshi and california roll on a broken table somewhere in the building.

Next thing I knew, I was in bed, with LP beside me. I had no memory of how I got home.

I called up my date.

Do you remember getting down on one knee and asking me to marry you? He asks.

Er, no. If I don't remember it, it didn't happen. I reply.

Whew.