One More Straw

I am getting close to not wanting to bother with women at all. If it weren't for the nagging in my loins I believe I could completly write them off. Who am I kidding, I needs me a girl. They just need to stop being aliens and act in a logical manner.
The point! Yes, there is one. I went to Pete's Beaver Park Inn in scenic Rollinsville for the whole karaoke thing last night. I wanted to bad because last time I went, there was a girl who was very attractive and was shooting out some signals that she thought the same of me. Well, the place was near empty. Apparently there is a big to-do about some corpse in a freezer in Nederland this weekend. But eventually she showed.
Again, there were some glances shot back and forth, and she did the whole blushing school girl bit. I was plotting how to approach and lay the mack down when the lesbians showed. They were pretty cool folks, fun loving and singers to boot. Sadly, however, the girl I was contemplating became very friendly with one of the other girls. VERY friendly. Were talking holding hands and kissing. I'm pretty sure they were going out.

Son of a monkey! If only I were a lesbian. But, alas...

Girls are dumb. At least, the girls I don't know are. (Nice save, Laird.) (Thanks, Laird.)

The End of an Era

Tragically, The Arena is no longer doing karaoke on sunday. This upsets me, since myself and my posse have been loyal customers for nigh on 5 years now. Guess we'll have to take our business, and entertainment value, elsewhere. Bastards.
A depressing end to a depressing weekend. Oh well, times they are a changin', as the great bard Bob once said.