My weekend

My weekend:

Friday: here till 9:30. Awkward date with that girl that asked me out. Not all that attracted to her, I face a struggle between devotion to awkward comedic value (and this girl is arguably the most awkward person I've ever met) and my desire to actually date someone to whom I'm attracted.
Saturday: Morning CFA practice exam, which I predictably bomb because I haven't been able to study. 59%. I go home to study, but get called into work and stay there till 9:30, at which point the Sinister Dexter guys pick me up in a stretch hummer from work. It's their "This is the last of the petty cash" scene from Ghostbusters, and they're spending the band's entire $5k cash balance in a single night, having feasted at Culeto's on the peninsula and rented out a VIP section at the top of the mark. We order a couple Louis XIII at $115 a shot and have to convince a tipsy Andy Bradley that he shouldn't pour it out in front of the waiter and order another one just to make a point. We end the night at Lawrence Flynt's establishment.
Sunday: Baseball game is rained out, go in to work around 2, stay till 1:30 AM. Hooray!