I felt lame for posting stuff on my blog and surfing the web and leaving comments elsewhere. Is this what Friday night is all about? So I dragged my roommate out for drinks and got hit on by some short squat guys who barely spoke English. Now that's lame. And I have to deal with my roommate bitching me out for dragging her back home. I'd interrupted her "facebook time."
Oh, and P.S., buying cheap drinks for women who don't walk to talk to you does not impress.