I suppose I might as well work backwards. In a nutshell, my last few evenings have involved the following juxtapositions:
- Firetrucks, yoga, and a scary tattooed lady not named Lydia
- A mechanical bull, a strip tease (unintentionally starring yours truly), an oxygen bar, and cheesy martial arts
- A Harry Potter Waltz and innocently bad pickup lines
- Doggie business cards and a prestigious (and unexpected) job offer to work full-time for a billionaire

Hmm... actually, it's getting late. I think I'll stop there for now. Suffice it to say, though, that -- as usual -- my life is anything but boring. So at least I have some excuse for not being a consistently regular blogger (how do those 'A' listers do it, by the way? Do they not have jobs? Or do they simply spend their time at work blogging? Maybe it's all about ghost-blogging? Really, I can't figure it out.)