Dear Totally Disaffected Bike Messenger,

I know, your job can probably get a bit tiresome, riding around in circles all day, back and forth, back and forth. And I realize that business may not be as good as it used to be — you know with the economy being crap and oh maybe something called the internets. However I have to question someone with as much disaffection as you exhibited the other day.

You walked in to our office and practically slithered across the floor. You wanted to know who Ashley was, and when we pointed to her desk — which was only like 5 feet away — you glared at it, glared back at us, and then skulked the rest of the way to her desk. You then threw the package on to her desk with so much ennui, I thought perhaps you had just decided life was not worth living. In fact, I was slightly worried that you would just drop to the ground, and that we might end up with a Radiohead Just situation.

If you are this dissatisfied by your job, I suggest you find a new one. How about a career as an undertaker’s assistant? Allison believes it would suit you well, and I’d have to say I firmly agree.

xoxo,
-sabs.

In addition to the museum outing, Friday was also the night of my hen night. My pal Cindy (along with my sister Samshrew) set it up, and I'm seriously glad they called it a hen night. Granted, in some cultures a bachelorette party is generally called a hen night, but to me the phrase bachelorette party sounds like a gross outing. Calling it a hen night makes it seem better.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not a prude, but I just think Girls Gone Wild sort of outings involving pin the sperm on the penis and other awful "risque" gags are just really tacky. No offense to those of you have actually played pin the sperm. I mean, I've been to a few of these, and they always end up being a blast. And everyone gets drunk and happy, and all is well. It's just not me.

Luckily my gals know this. They know it's not me, and provided me with a fun evening of pedicures (thanks Annie!), tasty food (who knew corn with cheese could be so delicious?), drinking (like i said they know me), a silly veil (thanks to crafty Angelica) and karaoke, lots and lots of karaoke. Like an entire private room of karaoke. Complete with some random guy who almost stripped for us. Thankfully, he did not. Although it would have been a pretty good story if he had.

Now for a highlight from the evening. Actually, brace yourself, there's some serious out-of-tunage drunken screaming about to happen.