Tonight was the balls.

First, it was me, T, and S in the tower. We basically sat around all night and made jokes about the event in the show lounge, and about how one of the employees works for an escort service on the side (I am unable to find her site or I'd post a link here. You can't actually see her face, so it's all confidential still, right?).

*For those who are unaware, an escort is essentially a hooker, though technically you're paying to take her out to dinner or something, and the sex just "happens" to happen because the girl "likes you" or something similar. I personally see nothing really derogatory about just calling them hookers - there's lots of sluts out there, and a hooker is really just someone who was smart enough to see the monetary value in being one.*

About a quarter of the jokes were at her expense. The rest were at the expense of the particular staff members who happened to notice she was also an escort.

Besides that, we had all manner of drunk people, I got pulled over by the coolest cops ever (actually fun), and just in general had a pretty entertaining night.


In clarification, I don't care if you're wanting to read this, Lisa. I can say whatever unpleasant things I want to about you on here, and you can't complain because this is my personal blog, and I hadn't even told you it existed until you came across it. To be frank, you were simply not invited.

I can complain about all the unpleasant things you say about me to your friends because you always leave those messages open, non-minimized, so that it's the first thing I see when I turn on the computer.

Do you see the difference here? I'm writing my thoughts down basically to myself, you're jamming yours in my face, intentionally or not.