Strippers or Quiz...

So, one of my dearest friends has been determined to drag me along to a male strippers night tonight. At the same time I was asked to go to a quiz night. So, I pose this question to you, dear readers, which do you think sounds a bit more like me?

If you answered strippers I'm afraid you're a trifle wrong. It's not that I don't enjoy the male figure, because I do. But my ideal male figure does not align to that of a stripper. Unless they happen to be holding a copy of Slaughterhouse 5, Dune or even Harry Potter.

I also have nothing against male strippers or strippers in general. What they choose to do is their business and, as long as they aren't hurting anyone, who am I to care? I also have nothing against people who go to the shows. I'm just not a big fan of bulging muscles and male thongs. Female thongs are pretty bloody scary as well, but that's another story for another time...or maybe never.

Instead, I will be attending a local quiz night, which is much more my cuppa tea. It will be my first time going to a quiz night in New Zealand though I have been to a couple in London, which I thoroughly enjoyed. Plus, it will be a little cheaper and, in my case, a lot more mentally stimulating.

The only problem at the moment is that I have misplaced my glasses. Normally when this happens I find them in the most bizarre of places such as in the fridge or on top of the toilet. I really do wonder what goes on in my head.

Anyway, short post tonight. I have to go soon and I still have to finish washing my clothes and finding those glasses. Until Friday..DFTBA.

P.S. My 'This Star Won't Go Out' bracelet arrived in the mail today. I'm happy. And sad.