Tonight was the first meeting of my drumming circle. The teacher didn't show, so I gathered the various and assorted hippies, non-conformists, and obligatory sweaty nut job/martial arts enthusiast into a circle, pilfered drums from a closet, and we improvised! Most ridiculous fun I've had all year.

As for eligible bachelors...it was a drumming circle. Best specimen was a 30 year old stock boy for a pool retailer. (Q: "How do you stock pools?" A: "Very carefully.") Most interestingly, he applied to several pool retailers before scoring his current gig. He actively pursued an ambition to become a pool boy a la Deuce Bigelow, Male Gigalo. Like I said, it was a drumming circle.