With Friends Like Her
Friday*
I have to stop making an ass of myself at The Tiny, or else they're gonna start turning off the lights and locking the doors, all "Shhhhh!" when they see me coming. Melinda, you should know I fully blame you for this. Why oh WHY would you let me order those last few martinis? [SIDE NOTE: Cosmos?! We're nerds!] Because FRIENDS DON'T LET FRIENDS ACT ASSY IN THEIR FAVORITE BAR. Der! I learned that in like first grade!
* I was actually supposed to have a blind CL date (read: free tickets) to the Secret Machines show at Metro on Friday night, but that fell through after my non-date tried and failed to get the tickets back from the friend he gave them to when he couldn't find a date. Then I was too dumb to go get Earlimart tickets at Schubas, which I'm pretty sure is somehow also Melinda's fault.
Saturday
Wendi had a similarly exhausting Friday night, except hers was funnier because she drunk dialed random dudes she hasn't seen in YEARS. So instead of going out, we rented a bunch of old Cary Grant and Gregory Peck movies from the library [see "nerds" above] and spent Saturday night holding down the couch. Whee!
Sunday
On Sunday I took my short roommates ice skating and then concentrated all my efforts on avoiding the Stupor Bowl. Instead I did a little thing I like to call "Reading a Russian Novel So People Will Think You Are Smarter." All points were erased from my Culture Column, however, by the ensuing 2 hours spent playing X-box. [NERD]
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[This story deleted after the dude in question mentioned that he reads my blog. Dun dun DUN.]
Okay, that's all I got. Here's a song by one of the bands Melinda wouldn't let me see on Friday night. Snoochie boochie!
I have to stop making an ass of myself at The Tiny, or else they're gonna start turning off the lights and locking the doors, all "Shhhhh!" when they see me coming. Melinda, you should know I fully blame you for this. Why oh WHY would you let me order those last few martinis? [SIDE NOTE: Cosmos?! We're nerds!] Because FRIENDS DON'T LET FRIENDS ACT ASSY IN THEIR FAVORITE BAR. Der! I learned that in like first grade!
* I was actually supposed to have a blind CL date (read: free tickets) to the Secret Machines show at Metro on Friday night, but that fell through after my non-date tried and failed to get the tickets back from the friend he gave them to when he couldn't find a date. Then I was too dumb to go get Earlimart tickets at Schubas, which I'm pretty sure is somehow also Melinda's fault.
Saturday
Wendi had a similarly exhausting Friday night, except hers was funnier because she drunk dialed random dudes she hasn't seen in YEARS. So instead of going out, we rented a bunch of old Cary Grant and Gregory Peck movies from the library [see "nerds" above] and spent Saturday night holding down the couch. Whee!
Sunday
On Sunday I took my short roommates ice skating and then concentrated all my efforts on avoiding the Stupor Bowl. Instead I did a little thing I like to call "Reading a Russian Novel So People Will Think You Are Smarter." All points were erased from my Culture Column, however, by the ensuing 2 hours spent playing X-box. [NERD]
[This story deleted after the dude in question mentioned that he reads my blog. Dun dun DUN.]
Okay, that's all I got. Here's a song by one of the bands Melinda wouldn't let me see on Friday night. Snoochie boochie!
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