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I don't have a lot of time to write because I've been challenged by my coworker to a no-holds-barred, loser-buys-the-pitcher, night of bowling. But I couldn't wait any longer to share with you all what I consider the Top 1 reason to visit Manassas, VA.

If you ever find yourself in this fine town, make your way out to the Sweet Water Tavern. There you should order the pasta jambalaya. ANNNND... the Ghost Town Pumpkin Beer.

First off, it's a really good pumpkin beer. And I should know because I've had a lot of pumpkin beers. Well, not like a whole lot, but probably more than you, bitch. Anyway, this is the best part. The glass came with the rim dipped in graham cracker crumbs! Like a fucking pie crust. It was genius. So delicious.

As soon as I get home, I'm perfecting this on my own. Who wants to come to my pumpkin beer party?

If you haven't ever seen Dave Chapelle's Block Party, I suggest you go rent it immediately and bask in it. Just bask. I rented it last night when Blockbuster didn't have Strangers with Candy (so lame). So now I'm sitting home alone with a bottle of Patrón chilling in the freezer thoroughly enjoying myself. I got dressed up for no reason, fried some dinner in butter and life is good.

I remember the first time I saw Block Party. It was when the ever lovely Miss Lesbie Ann B■■■■■ was in my hizzell and we wanted a drizzell in the mornizzle, like you do. After drinking breakfast at the Gecko we went to Studio Movie Grill and laughed our asses off at this movie in between martinays. Loves it.

On Monday I have to get up at 4am. I have a 6am flight to Manassas, VA. Well, there's no airport in Manassas, obviously, but it is right near Washingtown, DC. I have to be there for a week with work. I would be lying if I didn't say I was looking forward to it. I've gotten in a rut lately, if you haven't noticed. I hardly ever leave my apartment. I never go anywhere or do anything. That is one downfall to dating. You just get comfortable and stop trying to look around for fun things to do. So now I'm going to Manassas. If I weren't dating Daniel then I'd say I looked forward to getting some asses in Manassas, but it's just a tag line now.

I got my sister's name in our annual xmas gift exchange. She's a 30-something news anchor, soon-to-be-mother of two with a brand new house. Give me gift ideas. I am not having any ideas pop into my head.

Like I said, not too many hilarious stories to tell from the couch unless you want me to recount my favorite episodes of Family Guy.... No? Then FUCK YOU. I'm out. Peace.