Vroom

Hit up Lux for a birthday party on Thursday. Lux used to be Chance, and is an Oilers-owned hangout for the downtown hipster crowd. 2 dollar martinis, a throw-back to the Whyte Avenue martini bars of yesteryear. A friend of mine who owns a rather successful business took me for a spin in his new Mercedes SLK. While my knowledge of cars extends to recognizing four wheels and a gas pedal, nothing beats zooming around through Edmonton in a hard-top convertible (even if you're drunk and really in no condition for hair-pin turns). Saturday I lost money playing poker, and was notably offered drugs whilst searching for a bank machine in the deserted downtown core at 1am. I now find myself staring November in the face as school starts to get busy, Law Show kicks into high gear, and the LSA thankfully simmers down.

I've been asked on two occasions in as many weeks by some female friends of mine why I don't have a girlfriend. Apparently I'm "charming". Good question, for another time. Perhaps they can give me reference letters to take to the bar.

Finally, for Monica: "Got drunk. Women are bitches."