An outstanding weekend! Yes! Finally!
I'll have to post in far more detail, but here's what happened:
Friday Night:
Bar hopping, wealthy style. Associated myself with a millionare murderer...he was jailed a long time ago for burying a hammer in a man's head. To be fair, the head was attached to a body that was engaged in sex to his girlfriend, but there was enough question about the incident that he spent 7 years in prison. There was another, older man that never smoked, drak anythiing alcoholic but nonetheless goes to bars where rich people hang out, while being utterly rich himself. These two and myself, along with H to keep me steady, visted bars downtown and in Rice Village, then returned to our home bar. There was much discussion about human relationships and I actually got to demonstrate the use of my own personal charm to prove that "lines", stock phrases to open conversations with women, can indeed work on the spur of the moment if properly used.
Speaking of which, just in case they just happen to be reading:
Natalie, I wasn't lying about the conversation, next time I will have one.
Leeann, yes, I was admiring you across the room, and next time, I'll do more than just ask you your name.
Saturday:
I spent that recovering from Friday. I was supposed to attend a party of a cow-orker, but my head disagreed with that concept and instead I raced digital horses at Dave and Busters. H broke one of the machines.
Sunday:
Watched an Astros game! They won! HAHHAHAHA! A come from behind win in the bottom of the eighth inning. Had suite seats, high up away from the proles. A blast.
I've been away from my own personal machine, so I missed out in photoshopping an asshat's antiwar posters, but I'm gonna do it anyway later this week.
And since when did Patrick Stewart start doing drug commercial voiceovers?