Man, we are bad at this blogging stuff.
To get back in the swing of it, I'll just share a short tale I call: "My Wednesday Night."
Originally, I was supposed to go for drinks with this guy I met (gasp!) on the internet. But that ended up not working out. He's forgiven, mainly because he is English, so I guess we're meeting up next week.
That doesn't mean I wasn't a little disappointed though. So I used my last $19 to buy a bottle of red wine on the way home (well, I had $5 left over after that) and I drank the whole bottle alone while watching dvr-ed episodes of Gossip Girl with my dog and smoking too much.
How hot is that? Wait, WHY are men breaking dates with me?!
*That's "what would Carrie Bradshaw do?" Not this, I'll bet -- thank god.