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" I just got home from my Girls Night Out. If this night was a preview of my 2011 social life, then I&amp;#039;d say I&amp;#039;m off to a fantastic start. Earlier in the day, I had called Ursula to tell her where to meet Jenna, Leslie and me for dinner\u2013a sushi place downtown.  &amp;quot;What time?&amp;quot; she asked. &amp;quot;8:00.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Okay. I&amp;#039;ll be there at 8:20.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No Ursula, 8:00.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I want to get there last,&amp;quot; she explained. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;ve only met Jenna and Leslie twice before, and I don&amp;#039;t want to get there at 8:00 and have you not be there yet. Just tell them I&amp;#039;m always late.&amp;quot; Ursula? Kinda shy. Who knew? I&amp;#039;m one of those people who is always on time. When I was a kid, my mom was late picking me up from an after-school yearbook meeting one day. I waited for over an hour, and then called home. My dad came to get me in a slight panic, and when we got home, we found out that my mother had gotten into a car accident. She was OK, though the car was not. Later that night, my dad told me that it&amp;#039;s important to be the kind of person who is on time, so the people that care about you know when to worry. My mom was never late, so he immediately knew something was wrong. It stuck with me, I guess.  Though it pained me, I purposely showed up 15 minutes late, so I&amp;#039;d get there before Ursula, but we wouldn&amp;#039;t all be sitting around waiting for her. Jenna and Leslie had already gotten a table and some sake. Ursula breezed in exactly at 8:20 and joined us. Dinner was fun. We ordered just about everything on the menu and shared. Jenna and Leslie asked Ursula a million questions about her erotica, and I had to tell the story of Shane and Naomi, The Swingers. Leslie&amp;#039;s eyes practically bugged out of her head. Then Ursula asked Leslie how it was going with Neil. To recap, Neil is an old friend of Ben, Ursula and Mitchell&amp;#039;s. He and Leslie met on New Year&amp;#039;s Eve, and they&amp;#039;ve been on a few dates since then. &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s good,&amp;quot; Leslie said casually, sneaking a look at Jenna, who was doing her best to look like she didn&amp;#039;t care. &amp;quot;He&amp;#039;s a nice guy.&amp;quot; She said it with a finality that said, &amp;quot;Next subject, please.&amp;quot; After dinner, we hit da club. We got one of the cheap booths, AKA the ones that aren&amp;#039;t near any roped off VIP areas and don&amp;#039;t require the purchase of a 400% marked up bottle of booze. We had a couple of drinks, and then abandoned our booth to dance to the awesome collection of 80s hip-hop that the DJ was playing. At one point, Jenna and Leslie went to get water, and Ursula leaned in. &amp;quot;Why is Leslie dating Neil, exactly?&amp;quot; she asked. &amp;quot;What do you mean?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;That girl is so into Jenna,&amp;quot; she said. &amp;quot;You think?&amp;quot; Ursula nodded. I spent the rest of the night watching them and taking mental notes, and honestly? I still have no idea. Jenna is, of course, still totally hung up on her, and pretending she isn&amp;#039;t because 1) she&amp;#039;s convinced that Leslie&amp;#039;s straight and 2) they have to work together every day. I think this is either going to end with the two of them running off to Massachusetts to get married, or being unemployed and miserable. We were all danced out around 2:00, and Ursula suggested some late night pizza. Which turned into pizza and garlic knots and poppers and French fries and for some insane reason, a round of beers. Now, I&amp;#039;m home, slightly buzzed, my stomach about to burst, and I couldn&amp;#039;t be happier. More Girls Nights Out, please. Posted at 4:12 AM "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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