On Friday night, one person was stupid, and another person was mean.
Yet another person, I'm convinced, continued to avoid me. Not that I blame her.
It's like there was a secret meeting wherein these people all got together and worked out the best way to give me a disappointing and shitty night.
Also, I had three Rogue Chocolate Stouts (696).
Also, I went to White Castle.
And now I'm going to Cleveland.