Blue Monday

Too obvious a title? Who exactly is responsible for the suckiness of Mondays? I mostly blame the fact that I spent the better part of Sunday either watching The Hills 2-hour (!!!) recap or passed out in my bed with the heater working overtime. There's no way Monday could compete with that - it was destined to be sucky. I also spent Sunday morning at my favorite birthday hangout - Party Playhouse in Daly City - to commemorate my nephew's big 0-4. The pirate-themed blowout was a complete success, but I could hear my bed calling all the way from SF.

The previous night was spent at Slide, though I opted to enter via staircase because I had been so traumatized by the sliding experience the first time. Shooting into the arms of a stranger just doesn't sit well with me as a good entrance option. The music started off promising enough with a rousing medley of "Gimme More"/"SexyBack"/and "The Way I Are," but we were soon catapulted into what seemed like an hour's worth of second-rate electronic crap. The 2 Skinny Bitches, 1 Vodka Soda, Vodka shot, and multiple maraschino cherries helped soothe the pain a little, as did the dance-version of "Don't Stop Believin'" (which thankfully came after the drinks). All in all, it was a successful girls' night out, and there was much inappropriate dancing to be had by me and Angie-girl.

Which brings me to the end of the night and...(drumroll, please!) the Driver of the Week! This week we salute Alberto, who is not technically a taxi man, but the driver of his own town car. Why we all decided jumping into the backseat of an unmarked black car was a good idea, I can't say...actually no, wait, I can - he said he'd only charge us $30 for two stops. Thriftiness trumps common sense on most days. So after dropping off the Nob Hill roomies, Alberto and I chatted all the way to my stop. He comes to us from Brazil, is married with three kids, is delightfully chatty and surprisingly open about his personal life. Alberto confessed that his 16-year-old daughter is pregnant (he also went into intimate details about her dating history, but I'll spare you), and while he and his wife were shocked, they're now excitedly preparing for the arrival of their first grandkid. His supportive enthusiasm won me over, and I'll now carry Alberto's business card in my wallet at all times. He even opened the door for me! Did I just find myself a driver? Even Britney Spears can't do that!

Tonight is the season finale of The Hills, and while I'm tempted to throw myself out the window, I've received word that season 4 is already in the works. My Tivo might have experienced douche-withdrawal from lack of Spencer, so this is good news. Enjoy!