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March 3, 2001

Ashley and me went to this one club in Hollywood tonight, because Ashley's dying to go dancing and I'm tired of listening to her bitching about it.  Itís been so long since Iíve been to a club.  Doesn't seem to be much of a point.  I mean, go ahead and just put a sign over the door before you go in Ė No Lasting Relationships Will Be Made Here Tonight.  You Will Not Find The Love Of Your Life.

  You Will Only Find A Temporary Hook-Up That Will Make You Feel Like Shit In The Morning.  Your Soulmate Is Not At The Bar.  Go To A Friendís Party.  Lighting Is Better.  Itís Quieter.  Drinks Are Free. 

Where do you meet people anymore?  I mean, people that you can actually have a conversation with after three days?  Maybe itís in the Midwest that you could actually meet somebody in a club and turn it into a normal relationship.  You go to somebodyís wedding in Arkansas, and you ask how did the lucky couple meet and they say in a bar.  Yeah, I could buy that.  Not here, though.  Here you either come to dance, or you come to hook up.  They should have nametags at the door so thereís no mistaking anything.

So we're at the club and Iím watching everything going on, and I came to the conclusion that man, girls just donít have a clue.