I can’t read the notes I scrawled on my hand last night, an attempt to remember hysterically funny dialogue, but I’m sure all the things said were brilliant.
Ivy is Just Not That Into Me, and I feel, at this point in my dating life, that I shouldn’t have to convince anyone. So I’m not gonna. But in related news, willing participants seem rare.
Haywood Rd Pub Crawl, 6 PM, Cowboy NiteLife. Bring. It. On.
Last night, at Club Kress, there was improv theatre/dancing, including drag, birthing, Marvin Gaye, and the show closer: a shattered glass coffee table. Best show I’ve seen in months. If only there had been a pool …
