Whoah. Big night out. I just came in -- going to work's going to be a PAIN tomorrow (in a few hours, really), but it was all worth it. I'm still a bit hammered from the night out with Brooke and Barrett, but with no faerie in sight, how could I NOT go out and enjoy myself a little, right?

It's VERY liberating when you can be yourself, without walking on egg shells, afraid that something is about to go wrong, and you're going to end up embarassing yourself in public. I don't think I've had this kind of game in years, really. Plus, it helps that B&B are great wingmen. The three of us, we got some killer pickup routines (like the "Fireman's Carrot" and the "Blues Juice," to name just a few) that pretty much never fail. It doesn't matter that I'm 8 years older that most of my targets (or maybe that's why it works, I dunno).

Anyway, I guess I'm rambling. I'm still a little drunk. Bottom line: I met this very cool chick. Photographer, biker, very hip and all. She's not shy, not one bit. She walked up to the bar where I was picking up another girl, grabbed me by the shoulder, took a picture of me without asking, signaled for the bartender to give me a drink, and just turned her back to me. The bartender handed me the drink and a napkin with a phone number on it. I called her -- she picked up. Standing next to each other, we had one of the wittiest and most fun conversations I've had in years. Instant chemistry. It felt like we'd known each other for years.

We had to cut the call when the place closed up. We're getting together this weekend. I'll tell you how it went later.