I had a good laugh Wednesday night when my buddy-o-pal Anna called me up and said we should kick it for a drink. Sure.. I miss the last five minutes of the RealWorld, but I'll live not seeing Sahar kicking her drunky boyfriend's ass. Off to Office West I go.

Outside of the funny conversation two things are of note:
1. Anna had one drink and some how made it last four or five of mine. Ah.. what? I feel like a drunk when we infrequently meet up.
2. When asked by her boss to find "one or two cute girls" for some benefit she was able to whip out the ol' iPhone and I guess has a fucking Rolodex of hot broads and friends at her finger tips.

F'n 'l33t' skills. I swear.