Happy 30th to Cat. We celebrated by eating yummy food at Suba and dancing/moshing with sweaty european men at Bulgarian Bar.
Here is a instance where its clear I'm getting older and better. Holly and I were getting pestered by some weird men and I saw a cute boy across the room. Instead of bitching about my situation, I walked across the room and asked the cute boy to dance. He was clearly eager to start dancing but was a little shy. His name was Chris and was 30 as well. He was tall and rocking a cute shaggy haircut that was just plain adorable. We danced more then talked since the music was crazy loud. Later, I looked around for some friends and lost track of Chris. As I was leaving, he was dancing with some other girl. I guess he wasn't as shy as I thought. Ah well. It was funner then dancing with the annoying boys.