X got the kids for the weekend and you'd think a rutting buck like me would be out and about looking to mate. Wrong.
No, I thought it was more important to stay at home, clean house, watch E.R.; uh, that sounds gay, doesn't it?
I dunno, the bar scene does nothing for me and the thought of picking someone up in a bar is kind of repulsive. In my 20's it was a different situation but now it's... unseemly. It's not that I never go out but that's usually to see a band or old friends or sit with my composition book, have a beer, and, um, write. I'm not kidding. Write and deal with the inevitable drunk's question, "Whatcha' doin'?" It is for those moments of brilliance that I find bars the best place to go and write.
But not tonight.