I didn't even make it to midnight ...

Wooing, wish you were back in la la land.

Okay, so went out to Pete's Cafe & Bar for Hollywood Nail's birthday dinner. As always, the place delivers!! Delicious food without breaking the bank. I can appreciate that in light of this awful economy.

Headed over to The Association, which is apparently LA's take on snooty British social clubs. The venue was nice except there was a stank to the joint that I couldn't quite place my finger ... er, nose ... on. And why must every place be so dark these days? I felt like the old person who squints their eyes and holds the menu an arm's length away trying to read whatever small print is on the doc. You know what I mean, right? This place was so incredibly dark ... I mean, don't get me wrong. I like lounges with dim lighting ... everyone looks a little better in that weird soft haze, but this place needed to kick it up a few turns on the dimmer. How's a single gal supposed to meet a nice gent? You can't really be too cute when you're walking around with impaired vision caused not only by the dreaded beer goggles, but by the gawd awful lighting of the joint. Not to mention the lack of air circulation that did a number on me. My chronic cough and/or bronchitis decided to turn it up a notch last night, which probably didn't help in the mating department. Well, wait, didn't Nicole Kidman's character in Moulin Rouge have the consumption? And she nailed Ewan McGregor and that man is a hottie! Hm, but she did die ... alright, alright ... bad example.

C'est la vie. Oh, by the way, you'll be proud of me. I have resisted all urges to contact Blackstar and have been free of the douchbag for about a week. Not bad, eh? OH! And, Whitestar has cracked the top 100 rank of Madden online players so that means I don't have to spend hours pretending to care that some 12 year old kid is kicking his ass. You're right about him -- not only would I have to watch, I also have to like it and be engaging. And the worst part is that he restricts my internet usage while he's playing Madden, else I may affect the connection to his game. So basically, I can't go on the internet and I can't be doing any other activity except sit on the couch and watch him play. Reading is sometimes permitted, though discouraged. *sigh* Did I mention the man is in his 30s?

It looks nice out today, so am gonna try to leave the house and mitigate against the signs of depression.

Laters,
Winner