So...

...another fairly decent night at the Kitty this past evening. Of course, it started out overcrowded with a bunch of worthless yuppie fucks and I still struggle with writing the right goddamned number on my song request cards and and I'm still not good with the whole catching signals and clues thing...but it certainly could've been worse.

Could've been Jillians.

Anyway, at least all my dance partners were attractive, if not flat-out smokin' hot (you know who you are), so I guess I can't complain too much...though it would've been nice if the new guy on the sound hadn't given me the Nickelback song with the fucking vocal tracks! Jay-zus! I felt pretty lame...though I did impress Mikey's sister, since she didn't seem to notice. I'm not entirely sure anyone else noticed, either, the worthless fucks.

But it turned out relatively good anyway, I think. Got to meet Arthur, the dapper gentleman who's frequently in the place always dressed to the nines. He apparently exudes a rather powerful aura that attracts women, despite his being a fifty-ish black man that doesn't resemble any known celebrity. Perhaps there's hope for me when I get older, eh?

Anyway...the night wasn't too bad. Gotta keep working on those mistakes, though...