Dress: Sam & Max from Loehmanns, bronze flats: Payless, dog: has to pee

Note the giant patent belt, which my boss calls my “Santa belt.” I posted this picture mostly because Slayer decided he had to pee and came over to beg to be let out.

Last night I went on a date with a new dude. He’s a nerd like me so we talked a lot about work. I drank really bad beer, like so bad I’m not even going to tell you what it was. I usually drink Dragonmeade at that bar, but decided nine percent alcohol wasn’t a good idea when first hanging out with someone.

After we were sufficiently buzzed, we walked down the street to a comedy club for amature night. Terrible idea. They weren’t funny at all except for the last guy who was only funny because he was awkward and kept explaining his jokes after the punch lines. And of course there were a ton of terrible MJ jokes. I spent the last half of the night wishing dude would drink his beer faster so I could go home and snuggle my dog.