Use the force!

I have been educated. I am now more than I was yesterday. I feel like my knowledge is growing by leaps and bounds in the most incredible ways imaginable.

Also, got completely shitffaced on a Monday so there's that too.

So Valentine's Day was yesterday. And you know what? I actually had a good time. Been quite some time since I could say that, even if I didn't get any superhero valentine cards. Nothing is more special than having Wolverine tell you somebody wants to be your Valentine.

Or Vader.



Just saying.

But yeah going to Brass Taps and drinking and speed dating was much better than staying in. Actually given that the UofG has like 3 female students for every dude, I thought the place was going to packed with chicks, but not so much.

So it was 2 of my roommates and another guy who pretty much counts as living here from time to time, we went up to the Taps and "registered" and collected our pretty red envelopes filled with a bunch of useless papers consisting of the drink and dinner specials and a "scorecard". So the scorecard was for every date, you wrote down your date's name and then checked a "yes" if you wanted to see them again and a "no" if you didn't. The organizers are going to be sending us the email addresses of everyone we said yes to, but only if they said they wanted to see us again as well. Make sense?

It worked like this, there were 20 tables set up and the dates were 5 minutes long each. So every time the giant gong rang (p.s. really fucking want a giant gong now) the guys moved to the next table and the ladies just kinda sat there wondering what kind of creepy douche they were going to talk to next. And sometimes....that creepy douche.... was me!

First Date hated twilight and liked real vampires. Yes.

Second Date got mad when I ordered another beer. No.

Third Date was Kate(hey that rhymes!). I know where she lives. If she didn't check yes I'm going to be heartbroken...and then take a dump in her pillowcase.

Fourth through Sixth. I finished my beer somewhere here, and I don't really recall anything special, except for that one chick with braces. Don't know why I like em but braces on a chick is cute as hell. She got a yes.

Around here a small battle broke out between the mole people and the kitchen staff. I was actually pretty impressed with the marksmanship of the dude throwing chicken fingers. After the mole people survivors retreated with the typical "we'll be back", and the bodies were cleared away, the night continued.

Seventh Date. I mentioned that I was here with friends and asked if she had met Brad and Owen. She met Brad. She really liked Brad. The rest of the Date was her talking about Brad. She's going to be pretty upset when Brad doesn't email her back. No.

Eighth Date called herself awesome and seemed pretty pleased that I was a tad older then the other dudes, not to mention she was a redhead and didn't ask me any of the "sample questions" from the envelope. Yes. Around here I got another beer.

Ninth date didn't really want to be there. She also got visibly upset and made a bitter comment when both Laura and Corrine came by and rubbed my head. Hey, I got a haircut, a weird thing that chicks do that I'll never understand is rub the head of a dude who got a haircut. No. Also, apparently she was at a party that some of my housemates went to on the weekend.

Tenth date just broke up with her boyfriend of 2 years about 2 weeks ago. However she's into writing and interested in philosophy. I think it was a Yes for me. Finished the beer.

And that was all she wrote. All in all a good way to kill an hour. I went and found Corrine and Laura and the night from there was more drinking and pool playing and even a little Foosball. Dammit I remember when I used to be good at pool and Foosball. Not so much anymore. But I do have lots of fun blaming the losses on whoever was my partner.

I was trashed and had a good night, and that was all there was too it. Besides a vague recollection of wanting to kick Kate and Becca after we got home.

But I didn't talk about Star Wars all night! This should make up for it.



That's me. Apparently I am starting an underground pool club. And that's why I shouldn't be on facebook when I fall out of the drunk tree and hit every damn branch on the way down.

SpAmmy