The Days (and Nights) Are Running Together
Jordan flaked on me tonight, but with good reason. He ran one helluva call last night, and didn't manage any sleep.
Puddinhead flaked too, but without any reason. Listen folks, if you want to make me mad, tell me you'll call me back, and then don't do it. It's not a good thing.
I went to campus for a little while before heading out tonight? Why, because I'm a sucker for a pretty girl with a nice smile. In case you hadn't heard, the UNC Dance Marathon is running from 7p tonight, to 7p tomorrow night, and the "dancers" will be on their feet for 24 hours to raise money for the UNC Childrens Hospital. Good cause, here's the plug:
http://www.uncmarathon.org/
Donate some money if you can.
Anyway, that girl whose relationship with me seems to be undefinable is dancing, and asked me to stop by (and bring food too) and I'm not one to deny such a request. Give the people what they want! Especially if it's me.
I spend about an hour talking to her, laughing at the various techniques people have devised to help keep themselves awake, and listen to some terrible music. All in all, I'm really glad I'm not a dancer.
I leave at about 10:30, and I'm ready to head to Pepper's party (See "The Details"). I give Puddinhead a call, as he's been talking all week about how he wants to go out Saturday night. I'd talked to him on my way to Chapel Hill, and he'd said he was going to call me back in "5 minutes". An hour later, I'm calling him back. No answer. I smell a girlfriend.
Whatever. I can fly solo. It's not my first choice, but I'll do it. I head up Airport, and arrive at Pepper's self-described "bombass" party. Honestly, she wasn't kidding, it was a good party. Lots of people, and a good mix too. She was the perfect hostess. Ran around making sure everybody was having a good time, and introduced me to about ninety people. I'm good with names, but I think maybe 2 sank in tonight.
She lives in a very nice house with 5 other girls, not one of whom I found unattractive, but one girl definitely stood above the crowd. She had a great body, and knew exactly what to wear to make it look great. I've seen maybe 2 other people in my life who made a pair of jeans look better. I managed 5 words with her, and felt like I'd actually accomplished something. Sometimes I make myself sad.
I'd only been there for about 30 minutes when I got a call from a friend who was already drunk off his ass (at 11:30) and needed a ride home. I told Pepper I was heading out to pick him up, and I think she thought I was looking to skive off, because she kept worrying about whether or not I was coming back.
I managed to get the drunk ass home, and as long as I was down that way I gave TheRoommate (not technically a roommate anymore, but it's still his name) a call to see if he wanted to join me for the remainder of the party. He was eager, and I went by his dorm to pick him up.
Made it back to the party, and I laughed at Pepper's obvious shock at my return. One day she'll learn not to doubt me. Lots of good looking women around, but most are considerably older, and for the first time in my life, I don't feel like flirting. I can't figure out what was going on, but there was nothing charming about me tonight. I know how arrogant that must sound, and really it is, but anytime I'm out in a social setting, and especially if I'm drinking, I can talk to people. I can make just about anyone like me. I'm just one of those people. Tonight though, my heart's just not in it.
I spend most of my time there talking to TheRoommate and Pepper. Now that I'm home and going back through my mind all the attractive (and theoretically single) women that Pepper introduced me to, I'm beginning to think that this was a serious mistake.
Sometime after 1, TheRoommate and I bounce, thanking Pepper for a truly "bombass" time. I like that word, and plan on using it with reckless abandon for the next few days. Look out world. Also, everyone give Chris a big hand for being incredibly in-control tonight. 2 beers over three hours. Kinda made me wonder why I was even bothering to drink beer instead of Coke, or something like that, but there are some questions that just aren't meant to be answered.
On the way back to his dorm, TheRoommate and I order Pokey Sticks, which if you've ever consumed them you know to be a little piece of Heaven right here on Earth. A half box later, and I'm not feeling so hot. I make the excuses with TheRoommate (who's drunk and barely listening to me anyway) and head out.
Earlier I'd promised MissUndefinable (3 nicknames now. I think I finally hit a good one here though) that I'd return with more food after my night ended, so I went up to TimeOut to grab her some grub. As soon as I walk in, I'm eyeballed by an asshole Chapel Hill PD officer who I don't recognize. I find this funny, since I'm probably the only non-drunk in the whole place, and he's gonna play the intimidation game with me. Jerkoff.
I call MissUndefinable to see what she'd like from this fine establishment (Fried okra and French Fries. No, she's not fat.) and since I can't hear her over the roar of humanity inside this pillar of the culinary arts, I step briefly outside to hear her better. While doing this, I stick my fist in the door, keeping it open, for easier re-entry after the 5 seconds I plan on spending outside.
I suddenly feel a hand pushing my fist out of the door, and look over to see the asshole cop closing the door. I hang up the phone, and go back in the door, literally 5 seconds after I walked out, and give asshole cop the eyeball right back.
I order MissUndefinable's food, and head back out to my car, passing asshole cop in the parking lot. He's walked out to his car to get his jacket, since I made his post so cold. As I pass his car I see a "Duke Alumni" sticker on his car. This confirms my long held belief that anyone associated with Duke in any way, shape, or form is a total douchebag.
MissUndefinable enjoys her food, and I give her shit about having another 16 hours of standing on her feet ahead of her, while I have only a warm and comfortable (though empty of all things warm and female) bed ahead of me. This does not earn me points. She does have an incredible smile though. We talk for another hour, and I head home.
It's late, I'm tired, and I'm not dancing for the kids all night. Another Friday night in the life. UNC Women's basketball game against Duke tomorrow. Go Heels.
Puddinhead flaked too, but without any reason. Listen folks, if you want to make me mad, tell me you'll call me back, and then don't do it. It's not a good thing.
I went to campus for a little while before heading out tonight? Why, because I'm a sucker for a pretty girl with a nice smile. In case you hadn't heard, the UNC Dance Marathon is running from 7p tonight, to 7p tomorrow night, and the "dancers" will be on their feet for 24 hours to raise money for the UNC Childrens Hospital. Good cause, here's the plug:
http://www.uncmarathon.org/
Donate some money if you can.
Anyway, that girl whose relationship with me seems to be undefinable is dancing, and asked me to stop by (and bring food too) and I'm not one to deny such a request. Give the people what they want! Especially if it's me.
I spend about an hour talking to her, laughing at the various techniques people have devised to help keep themselves awake, and listen to some terrible music. All in all, I'm really glad I'm not a dancer.
I leave at about 10:30, and I'm ready to head to Pepper's party (See "The Details"). I give Puddinhead a call, as he's been talking all week about how he wants to go out Saturday night. I'd talked to him on my way to Chapel Hill, and he'd said he was going to call me back in "5 minutes". An hour later, I'm calling him back. No answer. I smell a girlfriend.
Whatever. I can fly solo. It's not my first choice, but I'll do it. I head up Airport, and arrive at Pepper's self-described "bombass" party. Honestly, she wasn't kidding, it was a good party. Lots of people, and a good mix too. She was the perfect hostess. Ran around making sure everybody was having a good time, and introduced me to about ninety people. I'm good with names, but I think maybe 2 sank in tonight.
She lives in a very nice house with 5 other girls, not one of whom I found unattractive, but one girl definitely stood above the crowd. She had a great body, and knew exactly what to wear to make it look great. I've seen maybe 2 other people in my life who made a pair of jeans look better. I managed 5 words with her, and felt like I'd actually accomplished something. Sometimes I make myself sad.
I'd only been there for about 30 minutes when I got a call from a friend who was already drunk off his ass (at 11:30) and needed a ride home. I told Pepper I was heading out to pick him up, and I think she thought I was looking to skive off, because she kept worrying about whether or not I was coming back.
I managed to get the drunk ass home, and as long as I was down that way I gave TheRoommate (not technically a roommate anymore, but it's still his name) a call to see if he wanted to join me for the remainder of the party. He was eager, and I went by his dorm to pick him up.
Made it back to the party, and I laughed at Pepper's obvious shock at my return. One day she'll learn not to doubt me. Lots of good looking women around, but most are considerably older, and for the first time in my life, I don't feel like flirting. I can't figure out what was going on, but there was nothing charming about me tonight. I know how arrogant that must sound, and really it is, but anytime I'm out in a social setting, and especially if I'm drinking, I can talk to people. I can make just about anyone like me. I'm just one of those people. Tonight though, my heart's just not in it.
I spend most of my time there talking to TheRoommate and Pepper. Now that I'm home and going back through my mind all the attractive (and theoretically single) women that Pepper introduced me to, I'm beginning to think that this was a serious mistake.
Sometime after 1, TheRoommate and I bounce, thanking Pepper for a truly "bombass" time. I like that word, and plan on using it with reckless abandon for the next few days. Look out world. Also, everyone give Chris a big hand for being incredibly in-control tonight. 2 beers over three hours. Kinda made me wonder why I was even bothering to drink beer instead of Coke, or something like that, but there are some questions that just aren't meant to be answered.
On the way back to his dorm, TheRoommate and I order Pokey Sticks, which if you've ever consumed them you know to be a little piece of Heaven right here on Earth. A half box later, and I'm not feeling so hot. I make the excuses with TheRoommate (who's drunk and barely listening to me anyway) and head out.
Earlier I'd promised MissUndefinable (3 nicknames now. I think I finally hit a good one here though) that I'd return with more food after my night ended, so I went up to TimeOut to grab her some grub. As soon as I walk in, I'm eyeballed by an asshole Chapel Hill PD officer who I don't recognize. I find this funny, since I'm probably the only non-drunk in the whole place, and he's gonna play the intimidation game with me. Jerkoff.
I call MissUndefinable to see what she'd like from this fine establishment (Fried okra and French Fries. No, she's not fat.) and since I can't hear her over the roar of humanity inside this pillar of the culinary arts, I step briefly outside to hear her better. While doing this, I stick my fist in the door, keeping it open, for easier re-entry after the 5 seconds I plan on spending outside.
I suddenly feel a hand pushing my fist out of the door, and look over to see the asshole cop closing the door. I hang up the phone, and go back in the door, literally 5 seconds after I walked out, and give asshole cop the eyeball right back.
I order MissUndefinable's food, and head back out to my car, passing asshole cop in the parking lot. He's walked out to his car to get his jacket, since I made his post so cold. As I pass his car I see a "Duke Alumni" sticker on his car. This confirms my long held belief that anyone associated with Duke in any way, shape, or form is a total douchebag.
MissUndefinable enjoys her food, and I give her shit about having another 16 hours of standing on her feet ahead of her, while I have only a warm and comfortable (though empty of all things warm and female) bed ahead of me. This does not earn me points. She does have an incredible smile though. We talk for another hour, and I head home.
It's late, I'm tired, and I'm not dancing for the kids all night. Another Friday night in the life. UNC Women's basketball game against Duke tomorrow. Go Heels.
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