November. Possibly not my favorite month, but the best month in the year.
I had a "housewarming" party when to moved to my cheaper, crappier apartment. People actually came this time. I seriously had like an outline for an epic post about all the shit I screwed up with the move and the 48 hour moving marathon that ensued, culminating on a Saturday night with me, after having climbed through the boxes in my new apartment to approximate a shower sans curtain and trekked all over capitol hill trying to meet up with some friends because of what later turned out to be false promises of single girls, sank in disappointment as I was sitting on my sportbike--the last thing I needed to liberate from Fountain Court--after just witnessing exactly what happens when you trying to put a bike with a bad clutch line into first gear. I did it twice, because I didn't believe it the first time.
So then the party...I had a good time. Not sure if everyone else did...I just know that I made myself two flaming Dr Peppers and that all of my friends are cool. Oh yeah, this was the night before my buddy lowsided his Aprilia. Fuck, maybe I did write about this already. Well, anyway. There were no single girls there. Two friends from across the sound came, and they were both attractive and fun and except for the fact that they both had husbands/boyfriends, they were roughly the type of demographic we'd like to see more of around here. They also, I found out later, thought my friends were nerdy and left early because we were all too...whatever. I have no opinion on that. I'm pretty sure I'm the one who brought up LaTeX though. I don't know how, or why, all I know is that when I get a chance to bitch about why I think someone gave something a stupid name (like our fucking building at work!) all of the pleasure centers light up in my brain. And then, I guess, my buddy tipped his hand by trying to explain what TeX was to them. I don't know. My memories of all that are fuzzy and mostly second-hand. I should probably stop mentioning LaTeX around girls. Yeah. That'll be number two in my own version of "The Rules:"
2. Never talk about LaTeX around girls.
Do you have an opinion about #2? Fuck off. Oh and there is a #1...I just don't want to talk about it right now. Here's the moral of the story: we finally have critical mass for good parties. And whistler trips. And possibly ridiculous journeys on sportbikes. Oh, and:
3. Continue never playing Dungeon and Dragons. Fuck D&D. You know, there only two D&D players I every really liked: one was this guy Drumin, who dated Colleen's roomate who looked like Claire Danes, and two is a placeholder for any person in a conversation who plays D&D but doesn't mention it until after I start bitching about how stupid it is. Maybe this rule should be number 1.
Ironically I am still willing to play magic, because at neoquest, the magic players had fun personalities, and I don't actually care that much about that thing with the girl. Girls on OkCupid are super bitches; he knew what he was getting into. Did I write about my own OkCupid recent experience? Oh it never got published. It's a classic (but not horrific) tried-to-meet-a-girl-but-instead-got-guys story. Tell you what, I'll give you the first half:
Some girl on OKCupid was all about karaoke. Given my new affinity
for these private-room karaoke clubs where you drunkenly play with
karaoke machines, I figured I had an opening and messaged her something
about I bless the RAAAAAINS down in AAAAAFRICAAAAA. We had a boring
conversation about karaoke and I told her that the private room thing is
the shiznet and hey, why don't I get some friends, and you get some
friends, and we'll all go sing some Toto together?
I was proud of myself. I have single guy friends who like going out and doing fun things and don't live 30 miles away. I figured she had some lady friends, and we would instantly have a good time.
I talked to my guy friends. They were down. Then the entire operation fell apart. She had trouble getting some friends...I said if there's too few people lets switch it to happy hour...and then I found out that the one friend she was going to bring was a dude. She was going to bring guys to karaoke. I don't know what the fuck this girl was thinking; I figured the whole "I'll bring friends you bring friends" thing made it kind of obvious that her contribution to the group would be ladies. Did she really think it would be not weird to have a bunch of guys all singing songs to each other in a private karaoke room? I don't even know...anyway.
I was proud of myself. I have single guy friends who like going out and doing fun things and don't live 30 miles away. I figured she had some lady friends, and we would instantly have a good time.
I talked to my guy friends. They were down. Then the entire operation fell apart. She had trouble getting some friends...I said if there's too few people lets switch it to happy hour...and then I found out that the one friend she was going to bring was a dude. She was going to bring guys to karaoke. I don't know what the fuck this girl was thinking; I figured the whole "I'll bring friends you bring friends" thing made it kind of obvious that her contribution to the group would be ladies. Did she really think it would be not weird to have a bunch of guys all singing songs to each other in a private karaoke room? I don't even know...anyway.
