I could catch a monkey

It's Saturday night, I'm making a blog entry. That should tell you what kind of social beast I am. Maybe I "don't feel comfortable around people". Maybe I think that "Pinesol is damn good cologne". For what ever reason, I'm here and typing an entry while other people are drinking, dating, and some are even socializing in ways that I don't find exciting.
Don't get me wrong, who doesn't love the sensation of getting hoarse while yelling a conversation in loud smokey bar?