Last night, I had just taken a shower and was comfy in my pajamas when I got an instant message from a guy craving sushi and asking if I'd grab a bite with him. Rather than let my instincts take over and say, "No, I'm old, curmudgeonly and anti-social," I said sure and got dressed to meet him at a sushi bar near my home.

I forgot to tell him that in Old Town Scottsdale on weekend, there is always a 45 minute plus wait for the trendy places. Probably why I don't frequent them. So after trying to get into a few of them, we gave up and had pizza instead.

He told me he was going to go to a couple bars after and asked if I wanted to come along. He knew I wasn't much of a bar person. In fact, I can't remember the last time I went to one. There was a time when I was at the bar EVERY Saturday night tossing back Long Island Ice Teas like they were going out of style, but those days are loooooong gone along with my hair and smaller sized jeans. But I recognized that this was an opportunity to break out and try something different and since I was already being spontaneous I decided to join him.

One of the bars we went to was a new bar in town, The Eagle. I guess there are other Eagles in other cities. I think it's fair to say leather is not my scene. I must have stuck out like a sore thumb. Hopefully I kept a straight face among the sea of ass-less chaps.

Speaking of ass-less chaps, I saw someone I knew there. Kristin's high school boyfriend. I wanted to say hello but he was otherwise occupied shoving his tongue in the mouth of one of the ass-less chaps boys.

And apparently, nipple tweaking is the new handshake. Who knew?

Over all it was a fun evening. It's nice to shake things up a bit and do something different.

On my way home, I noticed I had a voicemail from Homer. He's in DC visiting Jimbo and having a great time.

Thanks to the magic of technology, I am happy to present his voicemail for your listening pleasure.