Super Cockblock!

Daniel claims that Bobby and I cockblock him. For the record, we don't cockblock Daniel - we just have different styles.

Daniel (who has the best body of the three of us) separates men from the herd. He will disappear for a minute. Next thing you know, he's making out with a dude in the corner. Five minutes later, he's giggling something about leaving for the night.

Bobby (who has the best hair) makes the infamous "Bobby Eyes". If they have reciprocate interest, there will be some face sucking and/or pot smoking followed by an exit to Snogsville.

To celebrate the inauguration of our first literate president of this century, I met Daniel and Bobby out for happy hour at 440. When we walked in, Daniel was quick to remind us that we are both dating (FYI, the Thomas thing is going well). There was one cute guy in the bar. We finished our first beers and were desiring nicotine. As we were walking out, singular cute guy walks over and just gives me his phone number.

I certainly wasn't intentionally cockblocking, but my ego is glad to know I've still got it in me.

Cuz

My one interesting family member came out to visit this weekend. We weren't able to make it out to Alcatraz, but we did fit in wine country, Union Square, Fisherman's Wharf, Varla Jean Merman and a beer bust. As she was leaving Monday morning, she said, "I had fun at the beer bust, but I could have skipped it and done Alcatraz instead". To which I replied, "Honey, sometimes it's about entertaining me."