I think I'm finally growing up. On my way home from losing all of my money at ladies' night poker (oh around 10:00pm), my friend Greg calls. Now god love him, he's all of about 24 (looks 18) and has the energy of a cheetah. He and a couple of friends had decided to go "clubbing" in Boston for the evening and of course wanted me to join them (and be a tour guide). Now, I was all gung ho at first, until I finally get home, sit down and am practically falling asleep while trying to give him directions to Machine. Even after trying to motivate myself, I did the grown-up thing and gracefully took a raincheck for the evening. Good lord, I hope they at least went into the right door and he didn't fall into the clutches of some big butch leather harnessed daddy at Ramrod.

I am now heading into the office for another rousing day of template hell. And yes I know it's Saturday. Too bad I don't get paid overtime.

Although, as a treat, I just may have to go shopping later.