And the rockets red glare...

So an update on the Holiday weekend. Thursday was the last day of my Qualitative Research Methods class and I couldn't be happier about being done with it. The professor wasnt even there the last week of class... quite ridiculous in my opinion. But afterwards, Jill and I went to our big planned happy hour even at Halo, where I planned to get plastered beyond all recognition... and I feel as if I succeeded. Tons of people showed, I think pretty much everyone had a good time. M&M had some issues leaving the bar and forgetting his keys and having to go back two days later to retrieve them. Rich came up from Norfolk, which was nice. Let's see... the stories that I remember. At some point, Rich was giving Jill all the stories about me in undergrad and made a joke about me having an orgy in New Orleans. And I got all stumped (as there might have been one that he didn't know), had no clear response and my come back was "I have to go" and left that particular conversation group. Also "Old Admissions Crush" was there and to be honest I was sort of crushing on him again (it has been awhile since my last crush). And Cooby Snacks completely cockblocked me all night long. I don't think he realized it, but he essentially monopolized the conversation with old crush and wouldn't let me get in to chat him up at all. And while I don't drunk dial, i do drunk talk and apparently was quite loud saying that he was cockblocking me.... so I'm about 85% sure that crush heard me say that..... how do i walk back this one? Anyone know? (later this week if i dont have another post, I'll tell you the story about craigslist and the crush) After Halo, Rich, Antonio and I went to Chaos for Latin night. Good time. I enjoyed latin dancing although I'm sure I didn't do it right at all... all i could think was hip hip hip hip hip... and i call that salsa.

Friday: Took the day off and hung out with Rich before he went back to Norfolk. Then shortly after Ruthie texted me saying she was on her way back and wanted a night to go out. She and I started at Halo for a regular night of drinking. Then went to JR's where we got a drink from a boy she had been liking. So we left quickly since that didn't end the way we wanted it to. And we went to Apex and had a great time. When did I like dancing so much? When did I start finding it acceptable for any night to come home at like 3 in the morning, much less two nights in a row.

Saturday: It was Brian's birthday. Good times, no real drama, the whole gang and their families were there.

Sunday: spent the night in.

Monday: Had a blind date... oh dear... there won't be a second one. He was a nice enough guy, but I started to know things weren't going to go well when he was like "i really like board games." and i was like "i do too" and he's like well "why don't i bring one to dinner for us to play." and I'm thinking "ummmmm... because that would ruin any chance of me dating in this city again." and so it turned into he'd bring board games to my apartment to play. And he looked nothing like his picture, and he was a bit unkempt and i was so close to picking up my cell phone that clearly wasn't ringing and pretending someone was onthe other line with an emergency. BUt i suffered through. Dinner was supposed to be a part of the evening, but i sort of didn't want to be seen in public with him so i kept telling him i wasn't hungry, even though my stomach was growling something fierce.Then after he left, I called Ruthie and we had to go out. WE went to Halo where he didn't get served because he was black so i had to close out that tab and left no tip. I really should've put on the receipt something like "racists don't deserve tips." Then we went to JR's where they serve black people and we had a great time. Still don't understand why he likes Halo more than JR's. I've told him that JR's is a much friendlier bar.