I despise the pleasure of pleasing people whom I despise.

I went out tonight for the first time in what feels like forever. And it's seriously been since like New Year's, I think? Anyway, what was supposed to be a bar about 40 minutes away, turned into me driving for an hour and a half! I'm actually good with directions, but when Yahoo directions takes you completely out of your way, then tells you to get on a road that isn't there, it tends to take you a little longer than expected! I did pull in to a gas station and ask for directions, which my sheltered self was very nervous about because this gas station happened to be downtown and didn't look too safe, but there were a lot of cars and I figured if something was going to happen, at least there'd be witnesses! Man, I'm weird.

So, anyway, I'm at the bar ordering a drink and I look over and who is it?

Mayor Francis Slay! (sorry if you don't live in MO, and have no idea who this is)

Yeah, you know, me and the Mayor like to kick it. I just found this so bizarre. It turns out his campaign team was having a pub crawl (again, so weird) and they ended at the bar I was at. Apparently, he's getting ready for a re-election campaign. I guess getting wasted with the local drunks is one way to get a vote. It's an interesting campaign strategy, you have to admit.

Being the attention fiend that I am, I totally went up and said hi, I know, I'm a nerd. They were also passing out stickers, which I put on because even if I did not want the sticker and had absolutely no desire to put it on and I do not plan on checking the little box next to his name, I am a compulsive people pleaser so whatever it took to make that group happy, I did.

I did have a good time tonight, although seeing all of the couples and guys flocking towards the other girls, just reminded me that I am the smart daughter, not the pretty one.

Oh, and the sister got out of the psych hospital last night. Already, she didn't go to school today (but who would want to since everyone knows where you were thanks to your mother), she's all over facebook and her phone, going back to her old ways. I look at my mother and seriously question her parenting abilities. I don't know how I ever made it out of there alive.