Wow, I haven't blogged in a while. I'm pretty sure Sean is the only person who has been disappointed by this, but nonetheless, I'm back. Not much has been too crazy in my life, but last Saturday/Sunday were just amusing enough to write about (primarily so I can remember the events when I get...shit what's it called...oh yah Alzheimers. See??? I'm too young for these symptoms!).
Saturday night was supposed to be a simple night, due to the fact that we knew the WashU bball game was early the next morning and we needed to be in top shape. Barry, Ben, Ed, Lucas and I went to our favorite BYOB sushi place, killed a handle of Nikolai, then traveled to Nikki's bday party downtown. I don't remember much, but at one point I went into a bathroom with two girls strictly for convenience's sake (I didn't want to wait in line obvi). If you were one of these two girls, let me know, because I completely forgot who they were. Anyway, the bouncer starts pounding on the door to get us out of the bathroom because they thought we were doing freaky stuff. Even if we had been doing freaky stuff (we didn't), that guy's gotta be more polite. Knocking once or twice would've gotten the message across, I don't need that aggression in my life.
Don't remember getting home, though I think Luke and I walked. Sunday morning we woke up at 10 for our Yano Bagels + Power hour, which couldn't have gone better. We had about 25 people, plenty of WashU gear, and dixie shot glasses galore for the earliest power hour I've personally ever done. We played the chatroulette drinking game first (if you haven't played it, you haven't lived life...I'll discuss later), and once we got to the game we were all in great form. There were more WashU fans than NYU fans, which Sido embraced for his "WashU Home Game" chant. During halftime I peed next to Dean Carroll (Dean of Students at WU) and had a full conversation about the party that had taken place. Brilliant.
After I passed out for 4 hours, Yano, Diener, Meade and I went to the Upright Citizens Brigade show that we go to almost every sunday night...but this one was different. It was Valentines Day, so the guys introducing the show asked who was on a date. Not many people were, so they set out to match up a couple from the audience. The first two volunteers sucked, so they asked for more, and no one was takin'. Then a cute blonde girl offered herself, and as she got on stage I realized that generally, in my life, I have no shame. So, I volunteered.
When we got on stage, they asked us to say our favorite food on 3. She yelled "Meatballs" as I yelled "Sushi" which isn't even my favorite food but was on my mind. Everybody laughed, then they recapped.
"Ok, so Emily said Meatballs and Jared said--"
I interrupted.
"Meatballs"
Everybody laughed, and Emily moved in to kiss me. That's called lying to get women.
During the intermission, she gave me her number. We haven't spoken, but the fact that I got a number on stage with SNL actors made me proud to be as ridiculous as I am.
