Once upon (several) time(s) whenever our heroine went out with "the girls", she spent the entire night watching disgustedly as they flirted with losers for drinks and promptly dumped them as the drinks arrived, tried to steer them clear of the increasingly numerous stupid and potentially dangerous situations that occured that night then watched incredulously as they laughed it off like it was no big deal.

At the end of that night our heroine thought, "Fuck this, I'm not doing this anymore."

So this weekend it's me, Sir Rock Star and a Buffy marathon.