I have friends. Believe it or not, I have people in my life that hold me when I cry, call me to congratulate me, pick me up at the airport, pretend that they don't see the huge porn collection, help me find my car...
How do I know they are my friends?
-They defend me when I say "drunk" things to "not-drunk" people, with a courtesy laugh
-They don't call me before noon
-They don't keep score of who paid last
-They know I hate fishing
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Went on a lunch date with a girl that I met at an Old Post show.
Meeting girls at the bar shows sucks. You have 2 twenty minute breaks to meet all the girls you have been trying to make eye contact with for the duration of the first set, then keep her attention from the 8 dudes that are actually talking to her. Then try to get a number and a date for that week during the 2nd break. Then you sit and hope that you don't have to watch them leave with some dude before the end of the night...
So, we meet during her work day at the Old Post. I woke up 30 minutes before the date and lied to her about getting up early, just to have something to talk about. I lied again and said that I hardly ever have a beer for lunch. The only reason I got caught was I asked for the "usual" from the waitress, which resulted in a PBR, a cup of coffee that smelled like St. Patties Day, and fish tacos. She told me stories of Greek life, Law School, and her hair color. I'm so un-erect by this that I'm interrupting her with anecdotes about playing music in bars, dropping out of school, and my facial hair "design".
I'm on fire. I'm saying some of the funniest things I have ever heard. People at the next table are high fiving me. No shit. I'm killing. She is looking at me like I took away Christmas. That is making me nervous, which makes me try even harder. At the end of the date she actually asked me, "You think you're funny, don't you?"
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I love Netflix! I'm a 7 at-a-timer. I watch 40-50 DVDs a month. I have never been so happy.
Thursday, October 11, 2007
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3 comments:
Travis, as your attorney, my advice to you is to contact this girl and see if she can get some medical help to remove the broomstick from her ass. Then you need to introduce her to your artist neighbor. That'll fry her grits.
I think you have the second-funniest blog on the web.
"I would love lunch with you at the Old Post"
Anonymous?! That helps.
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