I had a rather nasty morning yesterday in which the gynecologist called and requested that I come back in due to my abnormal Pap results.

Of course this lead to a frenzy of HPV worry and cervical cancer freak-out. Because after all, this is me. So by about nine o'clock, by the time my parents had been here to sign my new lease with me, my dad had fucked around with my computer for about an hour, bitching the whole time about how much he hates my wireless mouse and whatnot, and my mother had made me repeat to her EVERYTHING I know about HPV... I HAD HAD IT.  So naturally BQ and I headed off to the bar for a quick  bite to eat and some shots to calm me down after my day. After a Blue Hawaii, an Irish car bomb, and two vodka pineapples (I was feeling girly, OK?) I finally got BQ to see what I had been noticing the whole evening. A gorgeous, tiny, blonde woman dressed in a vinyl catwoman suit walking around the bar. She was coming our way. She was a promoter for Kahlua and she gave us free shots. This spurred us to get White Russians from the bar... And before you know it Catwoman's bosses are showing up, wanting to know if they can buy anybody drinks, Catwoman suggests us... This was the beginning of Catwoman and her cohorts supplying BQ and I with a few more drinks than we really needed last night... But it was fun. It isn't very often that a gorgeous woman in black, shiny vinyl starts buying you drinks. Especially not wearing a mask... We laughed and laughed about it... She drank with us after she got off too, and out of that outfit and it turns out she's a fascinating person with a life you could write a blog about. She had some great stuff to share not the least of which was "A promotional model is not a stripper" Now that's something for all of us to remember.