So last night Amy and I went out to have a few drinks at a local bar and ended up crashing a lesbianish bachelorette party that involved Belinda Carlisle karaoke and a screening of The Room (BEST. MOVIE. EVER) and we thought we made a friend except he turned out to be a fucking racist dick so he wasn't a friend after all and there was a very patient bartender and endless glasses of red wine and someone put a jamjam down my shirt. And I'm still drunk.

It was a good night.