i wrote a long entry in my paper journal reflecting on my holiday with the folks and the sister. i'm too lazy to type it out now though, sorry.

i'd rather write about going out last night. why? because i said so.

i made a trip with boyroomie to the *other* lesbian bar in my neighborhood. it is only a lesbian bar on thursday nights, otherwise it is a gay establishment usually populated by boys and their hags.

he finished his 40oz, and promptly left. i was feeling saucy- or just overwhelmed by the number of pretty damn attractive ladies that were in the bar. so i decided to stay. to the bathroom, i say! i was surrounded by some drunk young ladies- ones who kept trying to sneak their friends into the already 8 deep line. not cool. they were the kind of girls who sent someone to the bar to bring back jager shots to do, while waiting in the bathroom line. you know, because getting drunker and more obnoxious just can't wait.

a cute girl who looked quite a bit like my favorite person, veronica mars, ended up at the back of the line. as i creepd closer, i grew more and more annoyed by the people behind and in front of me- they were all talking making jokes about getting more people in line. i threw them some dirty looks, mingled with a bit of laughter.

anyway as it turns out, the girl in front of me pulled the two girls behind me into the the bathroom, and veronica mars sidled up to me. she was kind of puzzled and ticked about all of the bathroom shenanigans that occurred. i told her i gave them some disapproving looks, but that i guess it didn't work. we stood quietly next to each other, her arm occasionally hitting mine. i finally leaned over and asked her if anyone ever told her she looked like veronica mars....she said, no, but thanks, thats a good thing. and at that, the next stall opened up and i went to the bathroom. the end.

i spent the rest of the evening just sitting down or leaning against walls. but i didn't talk to anyone- unless they happened to step on my toes. which actually happened a few times. yet, this vmars girl kept ending up in my area of the bar. and i will chalk that up it being a pretty damn small bar, and an overactive imagination that maybe she was interested in me.

i didn't have plans to get drunk, as it was late when boyroomie left- and i was actually strapped for cold hard cash. plus, i have work today. so i couldn't get too much liquid courage.

i'm not even sure how you follow up after a veronica mars line. i contemplated handing her my "business" card on the way out (when i say business, i mean a card i use to pass out to people who are interested in my paintings. name, pic of a painting, and email). but who does that? i had it in my hand after i got my coat from the coat check, and thought maybe i could slyly slip it into her back pocket or something. but i didn't. she was at the front of the bathroom line when i was leaving. so i saw her on my way out. at that point, the business card idea would have been really awkward anyway.

so what did i do? i thought about her as i left the bar. i thought about her as i fell asleep. and i thought about her as i wrote a missed connection ad this morning.

i know, i know. i'm a pussy. there really isn't any other way to put it. maybe just maybe she'll see it and respond. not that i even know if we would/could connect other than the fact that i think she is cute, but, you never know, right? i just wish more people read the damn missed connections part of craigslist.