I just went to Beauty Bar. I said "no thank you, I like real men" to drink offers from guys who were really into gambling and financing box office flops and really into hating reading. My turn down made more sense in context (and it wasn't 100% mean). I love my biff! (Biff feels my statement needs explanation: When asked how I liked Hollywood, I said it didn't seem real. They did budgets for action movies. I said that didn't sound like a real job. They said their hobby was gambling, I said that wasn't a real hobby, etc. It was all in pretty much in jest.) Other than that, I had a great time. You get a manicure when you order a martini. But... I didn't get a martini. I got me two cocktails. (Tim just told me martinis and cocktails are the same thing. I thought the glasses made them different. This is why I drink beer all the time, I guess!) Also they do your makeup, if you want, when you walk in the door. I also didn't take them up on that because I already had mascara on and, CLEARLY, I was DONE. We started the whole club a-dancin', and some English ladies said I looked like the girl from Harry Potter, but without the frizzy hair. YEAH RIGHT!

Next time, I won't edit my post so much, I'll just do a better job FROM THE GET GO