The Kind-Hearted Smart Aleck

I hadn't been feeling well all week, but began recovering yesterday, fortunately. After debating whether or not to see a band perform with my parents, I opted to go - to get out of the house and see a fun band perform that I had only seen once previously. Things were going pretty well all night. The band was highly entertaining. The folks and I people-watched, especially the drunkards dancing, and as always, that was both an amusing and facepalm-inducing experience. For the band's last song, they played the Beastie Boys' classic, "You Gotta Fight For Your Right to Party!" Many women went up to the dance-floor to, well, dance. Most of the guys stood back and just observed. Toward the end of the song, some 45ish-year old woman then approached me and asked me to dance. First off, I'm not much of a dancer. Secondly, I still wasn't 100% healthy, so I felt like dancing like a sloth feels like sprinting. Thirdly, I have a girlfriend, so while it's not aga...

So, I was kind of torn on what to do Friday night. My girlfriend was getting her hair done and wasn't going to be able to do anything until 11-11:30. My father had just returned to the States from Canada and was pretty tired, so if he and I were to go out, it wouldn't be for long. It had been roughly two months since I had gone to a local pub I frequented. I decided to try and please everybody, so I went with my father to a restaurant/pub to listen to a band for one set and have a drink or two. I then decided to go solo to that before-mentioned local pub, and told my girlfriend, if she wasn't too tired when she finished everything, she could meet me up there. I received an e-mail from her around 11:30 telling me she was done with everything, but was too tired to meet up that evening. Things had been going fine that night until about 1:45 am, and for the first time in my life, from that point until I woke up the next morning, I can't remember a single thing. Fortunatel...

I just spoke to a friend of mine a while back on this matter. She stated that, while it was alright for males to be caught wearing sweatpants in public, it's wrong for a female to do such a thing. Her reasoning was that sweatpants are only made to work out or sleep in. There aren't any exceptions. Is this true, ladies? Is it a secret code or law you all have with one another? Are sweatpants to American women like Burkas are to Muslim women, in a sense? While Muslim women are prohibited to go out into public without their Burkas properly placed, American women can't be seen in public wearing sweatpants? I'm utterly confused on this matter. Why? I don't know. Clothing just isn't that big of a deal to me, I guess. I'm the enemy of most major retailer stores. GAP, American Eagle, Abercrombie and Fitch, they all can't stand me. I wear clothes for humor, for expression, for comfort, and for as little as it'll cost me. This is where I'll never be ...