I think I'm incapable of having a 'normal' night out. I went to Inferno last night, with Andrew and Carol, expecting a sane night. First off, Joey was covering someone's shift for Thanksgiving and was standing quite near to the washroom. After about two hours of staying at the opposite end of the bar, I couldn't take it anymore and had to go to the washroom, and thus walk by him. He say hi and I answered a casual hey, while looking hot and walking at the same time... Straight into the wall. Smooth Jenna, smooth. I hate to see him work, cuz there's all these other girls tossing themselves at him. Surprisingly, for a holiday, the bar was busy. But see things like this happen to me, at one point there were 5 guys in the bar that I had at least made out with. Good times. A ton of my frat boys were there though, so it was a pretty good time.

Instead of going home when the bar closed, I decided to go home with Moe and some of the guys. They live about a 15 minute drive from me. I ended up at the house with seven other guys (only one of which I'd made out with!), watching lesbian porn and a spelling bee, and getting stoned off my ass while eating schwarma. I finally got home about 5:30am to announce to Carol that I was indeed alive.

A normal night of good old-fashioned fun... Is this so much to ask for?