Practice

So last night I sat around and practiced becoming a cliche. I sat on my couch with my cat, a piece of cheesecake, a glass (or two) of wine and watched old episodes of Sex and the City.

Luckily some friends called around 9:30 and saved me. I suddenly had something to do and therefore a life. I went to a crowded bar, drank two drinks and then we left and got pizza.

Oh course the inevitable "How are you doing?" conversation came up. As did the "No, you're not allowed to email him and tell him he's stupid," conversation (er, that was me saying that, not them - just for the record).

All in all it was a normal night out. ;-)