I Bet That You'd Look Good On The Dance Floor

So, I went to the Milky Way in JP last night to support my dear super awesome friends in Okay Thursday (along with the Motion Sick and the Channels who you should totally check out). It seemed a calm enough evening as I sat down and had some food. Terribly inappropriate banter between friends is always classy. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise.

The show was great, but shortly after OkTh's set things became interesting. I was actually told that this story HAD to go in the blog. I think this was a first. It's almost inspiration to update the damn thing more. Sorry, continuing..

There was a girl there. She was named after some wine. "-encia" was about all I was able to recover. We all came to know and love her as "half full". It started off innocent with her telling me she liked my shirt. Then she came over to me, put her arm around me and took a picture of the two of us. Okay, whatever. It was funny.

I can't remember the exact series in which the following events happened but here's a rundown of where it went from bad to worse:

- She began doing some form of what I can only describe as "interpretive dance". The main arguement was whether or not she was a trained dancer. It was a cross between Tai Chi, booty popping and belly dancing...I think. It was honestly one of those things that you couldn't help but stare, but were afraid to look too long.

- She saw me on my way to the bathroom, pointed at me with a big grin and yelled "YOOOOUUU!" in a very Seinfeld way. On my way back, she followed me and began tickling me from behind. I had officially lost all idea of what the hell was going on. I also witnessed her taking a picture with her crotch on a pool table. This further proves my point.

- A friend and I thought it would be funny to go up and do jazz hands around her while she was "dancing". This turned out to be too embarassing and we failed this task miserably. The downfall was that this meant she thought we wanted to dance. The struggle begins.

Okay, so as I try to hide behind friends, she pulls me towards her and the area of which she had been dancing. I want nothing to do with this and literally start clawing at my friends in hopes that they will save me. My friends suck. Digging my feet in, I managed to escape.

At one point I think I'm in the clear and then she holds my hand, stands in front of me and says "look. you're really hot. i want you to dance with me. i want to do things to you on the dance floor"

I tried to be polite--I think I was. Either way, it was a classic moment to be quoted, laughed about and now told in a blog.

I don't even know how to put any of this advice into tip form, but just don't do what she did. Plain and simple.

xoxo
-s

Blue Skies, Broken Hearts...Next 12 Exits

There's an album I haven't listened to in about 6 years. I felt it appropriate though, so whatever. I'm older now and enjoy nostalgia even more so.

Happy Valentine's Day and Happy Happy Month!

I apologize for falling off the face of the earth. I'm sure Miranda's been busy with stuff and I have unfortunately not been exactly in greatest of health, but I thought if anyday was a good time to update, this was it.

Today I was met with the sad news that one of my favorite Red Sox players (on more of a personal level then professional) will be going to play for Oakland this year. Best of luck to Sunny D, I guess.

I have no idea how much I'll be updating in the next month or so.

1) I am still not really feeling much like my normal self (or maybe this is my normal self) and have taken to staying in and just hanging out with friends on a much more low key level. I've really started to stray from going out a lot and I like it. This weekend will be a complete contradiction to this statement, but every now and then it's worth it.

2) I am moving into an apartment, probably starting next weekend. There's lots of stuff to be done and things to be bought/sorted/packed...etc. I hate moving and will bitch and moan about it all I want. It's on the 3rd floor too, so the thought of that isn't helping much. I'm excited for this though.

I guess this was quite the half-assed update. I apologize. I'm trying to think of something that has crossed my mind in recent memory that would be a somewhat tied in topic of discussion, but I'm drawing a blank.

Oh. Now I know...

This may even be the first "tip" we've had in a while and it's brilliant.

Guys. When you're standing, it's cool to stand still. I saw this guy the other day while I was waiting for my train and he was shaking his leg and practically dry humping this girl. It was so strange, but made me laugh so uncontrollably because she was giggling and he had no idea how ridiculous he looked. Plain ol' stupid.

Also, since my little walk down the "meet someone on the train and date them for a bit" road, I enjoy watching other people in the same situation. People who look at each other, then casually make small talk, then fall into full on conversations and before you know it they're talking about how they'll find seats together. It's really quite disturbing. I'm glad I got out of that one.

I need sleep now. Until next time (whenever that turns out to be)

xoxo
s