  Hal, that's funny you bring up that important topic. T and I went to my urlLink new favorite neighborhood bar last Saturday. Since I had spent the whole day on a boat, steadily drinking, I vowed to T that I would only have a salad and Diet Coke and we would just "hang out.
" I did order my salad and DC, and we were just hanging out, until some guys came over to talk with us, one of them strikingly resembling Prince William. (Of course, I had to tell him that fact. At first he thought I was talking about Prince Charles..."No! The hot son of the late Princess Diana, you fool! ") All of a sudden I had the urge to order a round of shots for everyone.
Must be something about royalty and alcohol. It's like a drug for me. The night only got messy after this. We ended up stopping by a sex shop, and we learned the lesson that it's illegal for women to go to "the back of the store" - where the peep shows are.
For some reason, that seems ass-backwards to me. Then, when we got to Monsignor Murphy's, one of the guys we were with decides to perform his own urlLink "Puppetry of the Penis" (the ancient art of genital origami) show for a bunch of 40-something women. Nothing like mixing tequila with penis tricks. And his fiance thought it was a riot. Hal, you have to move to Chicago, if only for the stories. But to answer your question, I'm a Wills Girl...or at least A Guy Resembling Wills Girl. 
