Omigoodness, the GC dinner was incredibly fun. I saw some of my favorite hobbyists, met some new faces, devoured some tasty bacon-wrapped shrimp, and developed a crush on a stripper named Naomi.
The only three pitfalls of the night:
(1) Finally met Whispers. Pissed off that he's not really an asshole. Somehow decided we should be roommates. Blame it on the alcohol.
(2) Sixx is such an asshole. He stole every drink I ordered and paid for myself and drank it right in front of me. Then he took food off of my plate when he thought I wasn't looking. Then he offered to pay for 5 dances from Naomi, but when it was time to ante up, he was nowhere to be found. Heard he was outside the club, trolling for SWs. Cheap ass.
(3) I left to run an errand, and when I returned, I couldn't find anyone I knew. Suspiciously enough, most of the hot strippers and hot waitresses were MIA as well. That's fine. Next time, I'm going to get a VIP room all by myself and take all of the hot girls in the club with me. And no one else can come in.