Get bent. Like a bottle cap.

Last night's drunken bowl-o-rama kicked off another long weekend of partying and working for me.

Our team wore skirts and we totally kicked the other team's ass thanks to the power of the special nine-ten strike rule in effect. We also drank $60 worth of PBR. I know.

A couple of funny things:

• One of the guys asked Vanessa how long we'd been together — he thought we were lovers.

• A guy from another team tried to hit on me by asking if he could borrow my skirt. (Note to guys everywhere: This is the lamest pick-up ever. Do not attempt this shit.) I told him he was clearly the wrong size for that and redirected him to hit on Vanessa.

Which he did.

Incessantly.

All night.

Sorry V. My bad.

Also of note: Two peeps on our team got free pints for three strikes in a row and they gave them to me. Unsurprisingly, I bowled the two worst games of my life.

Coming up, this weekend includes not one, not two, but three birthday shindigs to attend. I may need to work a nap in here somewhere.