So last night ended well...got off early so I called up Chris and crashed his bachelor party, which was fun. Poor guy, though...he must've been so hungover today.

The wedding was nice. Afterwards we headed over to the hotel for the reception and dinner. I got hooked up totally by one of the guys working the bar...I think I payed less than $5 the whole night, lol.

I still look like a drag queen in a dress, but at least I only have to wear one once or twice a year. It was still pretty bad, in all honesty. I'm so awkward in these situations. Having a few drinks didn't help like it usually does...actually made things worse this time. Apparently in the course of the evening I was readjusting my slip (you guys don't know what we girls suffer with formal dresses) in what I thought was an unobtrusive way, but in reality made my manager say "WHAT are you doing?!" So that was great. Then I also managed to dump a bit of every part of my dinner on me at some point during the night...you know...trying to cut chicken and having it fly into my lap...getting to the bottom of the ice tea where you have a big chunk of ice come crashing out...all those fun things. Thank God for quick drying fabric I guess. But I'm just about as ungraceful and as unpretty as they come at these things.

But at last the dancing came, and at least that I can do. When I've had a few. So I rocked the Macarena, the Electric Slide, and even to Lady Marmalade. Towards the end of the evening I started chatting again to one of Chris' friends, and that eventually led to him asking him to join him and some friends at Macados later on this evening. So I thought, score, and headed on over after the reception.

Nope. Nada. Got stood up. Welcome to my life. So I'm probably gonna have a few more beers here, and go to sleep in preparation for working with Lisa tomorrow, and pretend like having no social life is my choice.

Song of the Day: Concrete - "I Alone" www.myspace.com/concretemusic