Happy Hour

Last night was Happy Hour at the Crazy Donkey. It was also the celebrate of Monica's, my friend from work, birthday. Good times were definately had with dancing, free drinks, shots, and a buffet dinner that was free too. I could have made a killing at the Blackjack table except the chips weren't worth anything and I got bored and gave my stakes high valued chips away. Guess I really should stop my "not going to meet a girl in a bar" attitude. I just don't feel I could meet anything more than a one-night stand at a bar. I've been single now for almost a year. I've grown, the story has changed, and I stll don't regret anything regarding love.