Promised blogs

I hate to break a promise, and the content I claim will show up in my blog is no exception. While I will try my best to include snippets of all the stories that I have mentioned in the past, I however will not promise to give detailed descriptions of what happened and why in all cases. Let the catch up blogging begin.

So, about a month before I moved out of my oh so nice compared to campus apartment at Arbor Landings we ended up having a 2 AM pool party. The entire night was actually quite unexpected, as my going out at all that evening was the result of me calling Kevin after working late because I had heard that some of his friends (all of whom I have partied with on numerous occasions) were in town and might be in the area of Dollar Bill. My intentions as explained on the phone were to show up for a minute at their current location (Charlie's) then head home to get some much needed rest. Upon showing up I was ordered to take a shot by some of Kevin's friends and that led to me losing all resistance and agreeing to drink the rest of the evening.

Some girl that knew this one guy Nick showed up just as we were about to head over to Rick's with a few of her friends. The aforementioned friend girl was decently cute but nothing to write home about, and the other two were quite sub-standard. Most worth mentioning was the fact that the one girl instantly struck me as being a lesbian, as I had never quite seen a girl in the outfit that she chose that evening. She was wearing what appeared to be men's jeans with a green and pink striped polo shirt - with the collar popped up...what does this mean on a girl? Well, I can't say for sure, but it just didn't quite look right. Regardless, we all headed out to a relatively empty Rick's (as it was only 11 PM at the time during the summer) and took our place at one of the tables located on the dance floor over by the bathroom hall.

To skip ahead and make what could be a long and arduous story much shorter let me just comment that I was much more sober than Kevin's friends. They immediately hit the (empty) dance floor and started to bust a move while I remained seated, a move that all but ensured I would have to engage in conversation with these girls I had never met before. They all seemed nice enough as they allowed me to have a beer or two from their pitchers, and before we knew it it was getting rather late. A few obligatory dances later and everybody was ready to go. In typical fashion Kevin's friends decided we needed to invite some ladies back to enjoy our pool and sauna (the hot tub was broken), and the 2 AM pool party was born. The girls I had sat with much of the night requested my phone number in case the directions I gave proved to be difficult, and Nick called just about anyone he knew in Ann Arbor to come out and enjoy the festivities. It was shaping up to be an interesting night afterall.

Skipping ahead best as possible again at least 15 people ended up at the pool within the next half hour. The ratio wasn't even that bad, with about 8 guys to 7 girls. Unfortunately only about 3 of the girls were of enviable quality, and all 3 to some extent were spoken for. This left me to further entertain sub-standard girls 1 and 2, which wasn't particularly painful, just fruitless in my mind. After literally hours of somehow uninterrupted (we were being incredibly loud) mayhem the party wound down at about 4:30 AM. One of the sub-standard girls made a comment about wanting to come out to our pool some time to tan or something, and not being a complete asshole I agreed, thinking in my mind that this would never really come up. Finally, everybody left and the craziness was over...or was it?

So a few days pass and low and behold I'm at work a couple days later in the afternoon and I receive an unknown phone call. I answer out of curiosty and it was the sub-standard girl, only she wasn't calling to use the pool. She had only spoken to me briefly and didn't really know me, but she should have been perceptive enough to figure out that I had no interest in her whatsoever; alas, she was calling me to invite me to a Tigers game that night as a lead-in the slightly cute friend's birthday party later that night. I scrambled to come up with an excuse and managed to convince her that I would be working late that night. I ended the conversation as quickly as possible and let out a huge sigh of relief to get her off the phone. I obviously programmed in the number to prevent future calls from piercing my awkwardness alert security, but she never called back. Thank God is all I have to say about that. Does anyone else think that's a little weird, asking a dude out to such a personal event (birthday celebration of person you don't know at all) like two days later when there was no indication of any interest, especially if you were of way sub-standard attractiveness? Yeah, yeah, yeah, this blog comes off as being vain/superficial/materialistic or whatever, but what it really is is honest. I don't like to sugar coat this shit, it is what it is.

Another thing I mentioned a little while back was that I went on another canoeing trip with some friends from high school. While there was rampant drunkenness and some funny moments, the trip occurred a long time ago and was not particulary eventful by my standards, so I think I may have to let it rest mostly unmentioned. The only thing that really comes to mind when thinking about it was how I got everyone so hungry for Big Ten Burrito during the trip that all 8 of us filled the same table I passed out on once before to enjoy a giant BTB feast after the trip, despite being in swim trunks, covered in mud, and smelling of beer. I felt like a proud poppa when everybody agreed it was the best valued burrito they had ever had.

Moving on once again, I'm going to keep mentioning this idea I proposed last blog until everybody that sporadically reads this thing gets completely caught up on my plan. I requested that anyone who reads this comments and gives me a topic, phrase, item, place, event, whatever, with which I will attempt to write an interesting story. The story could be funny, weird, sad, exciting, whatever I feel works best, but it will most likely only partially draw from real life events. This is a golden opportunity for all of you out there to have some real input on what goes into the blog. I want to do this as a challenge to keep me writing and test my creative writing ability. Please help me out. I may even try to put a real story and a fictional one up in the same post and see if people can pick out the real life story. We'll just have to see how participation goes, and how much time I have to write these stories. I'm not sure what length I would make them even, but we'll see.

Lastly, I'm finally catching up a little bit on my blogging, but I still haven't written about being a landlord or calling off work a little while due to a crazy night of drinking or any number of things that have happened the past couple weeks. I will keep on truckin' though. I'll get back to all of you again soon. Adios.