Swine Is The New SARS
under RelationshipsLast Thursday, Aqua lounge was swimming with various people for the 100hookup trivia night. Guys and gals from various L.A. zips came from every which direction to join us for drinks and forget for maybe five minutes this swine-flu-is-the-new-SARS debacle everyone’s currently entangled in. I hope they sort this thing out soon because it’s cramping my style. That’s probably really selfish of me, but at trivia night, it seemed to be the conversation on everyone’s mind. It was like this little viral dominatrix whipping us into a frenzy, and leaving us ultimately trapped between the sheets- and not in a good way. My fellow teammates (carefully conjured up to win of course, because I have pros from different area codes,) were more than good sports, and even though we came in- not first, we had a great time. It was unanimously decided that happy hour is an institution that needs to be implemented more often, and hopefully next time we can leave the doctor’s mask and antibacterial at home- it simply doesn’t match the Prada heels. Even though a Nip/Tuck in the 90210 is on the hotlist, a pandemic will never be the new black. So, if you’re sick, think of it as a solo practice sesh for seven minutes in heaven, and join the rat race sans mask ten days later. It’s simply proper ill-ettiquette, plus, I promise to get your first drink. Come out and you’ll see like at Aqua, there were plenty of fish in the sea.