I only wish I had the ingenuity that Tina Fay has in her writing... I'm afraid I'm a desperate lot and most often any attempts at being humorous fall flatter than the breasts in the Itty Bitty Titty Committee. Fortunately (or unfortunately depending on how you look at it), this weekend was relatively tame. Lots of drinking -- but not that exciting. Didn't really get to meet a lot of new people. Though the highlight had to be the marriage proposal I got. Yes, that's right, a marriage proposal. While I'm waiting impatiently to get into the single stall in the ladies room -- I recieved the most amazingly wretched drunk pickup line weirdness. "Will you marry me." Me: "Excuse me are you talking to me?" Druken boy: "Yeah, will you marry me?" Me: "Um no, I don't even know you. I don't even live here." Drunken boy: "Me either." Me: "Um okay -- so I just want to pee." Drunken boy: "But will you ...
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