Some days I just love my job!

Does anyone realize how much I hate being right all the time? Yet, no one ever believes me... why is that?

*grin*

Last night, my buddy gives me a call wanting to go out... so I concede. I really shouldn't be staying at home anyway.

On my way to see him, I stopped by the dance club to see the owner. That was a good meeting... he needs a club photographer to snap pictures on the weekends, and offered the post to me.

So, I guess I'll be like Ted McGinley's characters in the post-jump episodes of The Love Boat... which will be cool. Club girls love to have their pictures taken, and it'll provide a new approach for opening women.

Plus, he buys my drinks and generally takes great care of me when I'm in there, so I'm glad to do it.

Afterwards, I pick up my friend, and he wants to go to the new sports bar we hung out at last week, promising lots of women and a good time.

Well, last night, there weren't lots of women there. To say I was bored would be an understatement. I spent most of the time there talking to a couple of women I wasn't really interested in while he made his social rounds.

Finally, we moved on to another sports bar... one that was also having karaoke night (did I forget to mention that about the previous bar?), but this one was packed. It was there that I had a realization.

I've been spending so much time at the nightclub, that I'm not really interested in the girls who hang out at sports bars anymore.

There's an occasional looker at a sports bar, but she appears too infrequently for my tastes, and she's rarely dressed up. I've also noticed that these are the girls that are just smashed, with drinks spilled on their clothes, eyes barely opened, and staggering around just trying to stay upright.

Did I mention that "T" was there last night? She actually wasn't one of the "smashed" girls, and came over to say hello. Had she not been there with someone, it might have been a good night for an encounter, but I didn't want any drama since she was with someone.

That was also the bar the Hooters girls chose to hang out after work.

Anyway, after some time, my friend and his new off/on lady friend decided to go back to the previous bar. I took that opportunity to slip back into the nightclub.

Good call! "Mary," the history girl from a few posts ago was there, and dressed to the nines... but I didn't talk to her.

I didn't have to. =^)

My game was on last night... it was like coming home! After feeling totally out of my element at the other bars, I had a good time at the club.

After approaching and chatting with a few club girls, I posted up at the bar and had a few other girls come up to me. One girl approached me to settle an argument between her and the guy she met there regarding which is better: here or Arizona?

I had to side with her. Since my visit to Vegas, I'm really missing the desert! Since I lived in Phoenix for a while, at least I had a frame of reference, so I knew what I was talking about, and the areas she was talking about.

"A" approached me, and we talked for a little bit, turns out she's going to Vegas this weekend.

There was another lovely lady who came up, but I didn't get a name (when it gets late and I start to get tired... I forget the rules. They aren't quite drilled in yet!). However, we did have a fun conversation, and when the bar closed she gave me a hug and said she hopes to see me next time.

I do love the club!

This morning, I was shocked to discover that my success in the club isn't the only turn in my road.

My pants don't fit anymore. Ok, they fit, but wearing them would be uncomfortable.

I haven't been overeating, nor have I been undereating. I suppose it is time to track what I am eating more dilligently. If I were to hazard a guess, I'd say that it is a combination of my summertime laziness (I'm taking a lot of naps lately!), and my infrequent workouts (the university's gym's summer hours suck!) are the biggest contributing factors.

However, I'm concerned. If I actually have to dig the "fat pants" out of the basement, I will be upset. I need to fix this now.

Oddly, I don't think I've gained weight. I'll have to get in a workout this evening and find out.

And tonight, it's time to build a new schedule to follow. No more neglected workouts, homework, and housework. Social time will have to be cut back, but it will be worth it!