Or you could just leave your phone at home

In Australia, you can now get a service that offers to "blacklist" phone numbers before you set out for a night of drinking. The idea is to cut down on the number of drunk dial calls.

Here's the best part:

A survey of 409 people by Virgin Mobile, a joint venture of The Virgin Group and Optus, found 95 percent made drunk calls.

Of those calls, 30 percent were to ex-partners, 19 percent to current partners, and 36 percent to other people, including their bosses.

Their bosses? If you're calling your boss drunk, I seriously think you need to leave the phone charging at home...

Although I'm not much of a drunk dialer these days, I have had my moments, including one frantic call to an ex from a bar on M street downtown. I was hiding in the bathroom stall and Other Gus was trying desperately to climb the stall wall to forcibly remove the phone from my posession.

Again, repeat after me, Leave the Phone At Home!

Grrrrrl Power

What would you do to fight for your car? For this little lady in Idaho, finding her stolen car became a mission. She and her friends drove around the city, looking for the car, and when they found it, one of the friends got into a fistfight with the suspect.

Now THAT'S car love.

You can find instructions for everything

OH... my... God... please, please read this review on slate.com about the newest "how-to" book. It's called "She Comes First," and it's all about... yup... you guessed it... how to master the art of cunnilingus.

Besides being a HORRIBLE review, the article offers a great deal of laughs, especially since the author seems, well, a bit prudish. (Not that I think sex self-help books are a particularly glamorous genre myself, but viewing going down on a woman as a "transgression" seems a bit stodgy to me.)

Anyway, he boils it all down with this fabulous quote:

You can't make a canon of things done with the tongue and chin, in the dark, between somebody's legs, after an office party. It just drains the whole appeal right out of it.

Ya got that right, buddy. And thanks for that mental image.

Straight-Bashed

While standing in front of Fox & Hounds on 17th last night, I exchanged a peck with the lady friend. Three men walked by with one loudly exclaiming "Go back to your own neighborhood Straighties!"