How is it that I was the only one of the group that swore I would not pay two covers last night, and then I was also the only one who actually paid two covers last night?

Bele Chere officials shut us down two hours early two nights in a row, and were surprised when we didn’t sell all our beer. Jerks. It was unpleasant. Also, why did they give the Pack square booth to a group that could not muster adequate volunteers? We had 12 people sitting on their hands, and we were waiting, begging, pleading for people to buy our drinks, and they had 4 old guys in the busiest booth in the city. Suggestion: Find out how many volunteers a group can pull before you make the booth assignments.

Last night, after the chaos of shutdown, we went to Hookah Joes, only to find that there were no hookahs that evening. Apparently, drunk people spill hookah water. I’m not sure, but I think hookah water is probably as gross if not grosser than bong water. Our cadre took a vote and decided that Hairspray was our next destination, and the karaoke was above par. There was only one REALLY bad guy, who kept singing rawkboy songs. He literally cleared the room, but there were some excellent singers to make up for it. I feel that one person should not be able to dominate the karaoke until everyone else has had a chance. Especially if they suck.

Then, I felt that my chance at hooking up was slipping away, and I took off alone for Scandals to meet Willikers, whom I met through Jules on Friday. We danced, I flirted, she wasn’t interested. Oh well. But I just found her Friendster profile, and apparently, she has a girlfriend. She didn’t mention a girlfriend. In fact, I believe that Doobie asked her about her relationship status, and she said she was single. So that’s interesting.

As we stumbled out the door, who should immediately arrive but The Director, The DJ, and the Italian Stallion! Willikers got dropped off at her hotel, and the rest of us enjoyed a lovely fried late night repast at 51 Grill. Unfortunately, my group did not prevent my drunk dial of Willikers. Fortunately, she didn’t answer.

This whole time, Doobie was engaged in The Best Date of Her Life So Far. And she had my keys. So I slept on the Director’s couch, which is amazingly comfortable, should anyone ever have need of it in such a capacity in the future.

But now I’m home, and I can’t go back to sleep, and my Bele Chere time is at an end for another year. Which might be just long enough to recover.