(206): How slutty are you dressing on a scale of 1 to slut-fest?
(425): I want a lesbian to hit on me :)
(206): Oh ok I'll do the same! If all else fails, will you hold my hand?
(425):We'll make a Wynn-Sandwich.
(206): Kay. I'm on my way over.
(425): Good. I'm in my underwear.

So instead of being the usual sober square and staying home on Friday nights like I always do, I went out to Seattle last night and painted it rainbow. Sammi's sister convinced me that gay bars are the new, hip place to go. And since I love trying new things, I put on my sluttiest clothes (re: jeans and a shirt) and went out dancing last night at Seattle's trendiest gay bar, RPlace.

I'm pretty sure the last time I had a drink was four months ago. With that said, I'm sure you can imagine how much of a light-weight I am (cheap date!). Even after having two drinks and barely being able to stand straight, I still wanted to dance and to my (inner slut's) delight, RPlace has a stripper pole. Yesssss. Most genius idea ever! I think they put that there for people like me who love to drink and dance. It's for holding yourself up! Duh! Fucking homosexual geniuses.