Mel

Traffic Stop!

This will be the absolutely LAST time I walk into this god-forsaken nightclub! I just wanted to hear different music (and by different, I don’t mean a 16-minute Whitney Houston dance remix). After traipsing through W. 6th for a blah night, we made a stop in because of some Victoria Secret’s Fashion Show. Yeah, $10/person cover on a Thursday night, whatever. We paid the shitty entry fee, walked...

Mel

Look at Me, Ma! I’m on TV!

Since having the usual random computer issues (and working beyond the normal hours any one person should be able to handle), I haven’t posted my fun for LAST week! Last Thursday, I attended the Fireman’s Bachelor Auction. There were plenty of hot firemen (and one ex-boyfriend) available for the horny women in the crowd. I bid $250 on some guy; some other chick beat me out at $280. I...

Mel

Walk of Shame

I’m sure all females know what I’m speaking of when mentioning the “walk of shame.” It’s never pretty, never fun, and dammit, I always forget my sunglasses. I crashed downtown last night without a change of clothes. It’s never fun running across rush-hour traffic on Lakeside to my car in the heels and make-up from the night before. I just wave to all the business men,...