Yay, Matty Matt Matt is on...and now, *it's* on, biznatch!

I met Matt in a dive bar in K-town, where I was the ONLY girl in the entire damn bar. Matt was there with two friends, one of whom was so drunk that he could barely stand, and the other singing and pantomiming Coldplay for me. At some point I was bought a shot that tasted like 200 proof maple syrup, and it really didn't jive with the excess of red wine that I had been drinking. As Matt and I were talking and it because clear to me that the room was not going to stop spinning, I threw my purse into his chest and gasped, "bathroom!" I stumbled into the bathroom and proceeded to throw up everything I've consumed since, I think, 1989. Classy.

But, my point is this: not only did Matt apologize for a)the sausage party (his words) at Hank N Frank's, and b) the shot that wreaked the havoc, he walked me over to the market and got me a water, and also drove me home in my car. So, while I might not be classy, Matt definitely is.

Now we just have to go tear it up with the dancing K-town potatoes at Karaoke Tuesdays. I promise not to throw up this time.