Just looked in my purse from last night to see how much money I actually spent last night. It turns out, not very much. Jack, the bartender was picking up all my beers/shots last night because he's the nicest guy ever and he feels guilty that I drop huge tips on him. I drop huge tips because I'm typically a drunken idiot in the bar and I'm paying my indulgence so that my soul gets wiped clean...or something like that. Well in my now beer stained satin pink purse I see no lip gloss. Damn! My favorite, Perscriptives Dandylion...a lovely nude lip gloss. Derek, where were you last night? Why did you let me leave it at the bar? You let me down D...we could've had another moment in the parking lot. Ah well, I've got a backup tube. Hey, maybe Derek will take it home with him and think of me. If he left his lip gloss at the bar that's what I'd do, after pondering why he was carrying lip gloss around. I don't think pirates like lip gloss.