Scattershot

So, tonight I accompanied Rad Lass, Brdhouze, and Stefanie (no, you don't know her-I just met her tonight-she's cool) to Jigg's Corner for Brd's 21st Birthday Celebration. It was Open Mic night, and the music varied from inspired to insipid. The gals had a good time- several, random mooks bought them drinks, the chicks danced, there was an impromptu "slap fight" between R.L. and Brd (all in good fun), and I sat back and soaked it all in.

As much as I love to drink (and believe me, I LOVE to drink), it's a strange kind of fun to lay low, stay sober, and take care of my friends. Brd just turned 21, so she's probably (definitely) going to want to go out and get messed up. Rad Lass is (for the foreseeable future) without a license. And I just don't trust anyone who isn't me to do right by my girl and her pal. So, I found myself milking my beer, keeping my wits about me, and getting everyone home safe.

It's infinitely amusing to observe the machinations of drunken frat boys, trying to be slick and suave, while basically embarrassing themselves with their ham-fisted attempts at chivalry and flirtation.

I'm glad I have never been, nor will I ever be, such a doofus. I'm not conventionally handsome, and I don't dress well, but I feel I have a decent grasp on the intricacies of co-ed interaction. At the very least, I'm not a douchebag.

I know I must be doing something right, because I am lucky enough to have a girl like Laura. Don't get me wrong, we have our share of arguments/disagreements/unnecessary stress, but we always persevere. We love each other enough to address and overcome any issue, and that's awesome. I know I'm about to ruin my "Rock and Roll Image," but, I am so completely, totally, retarded in love with Laura that it scares me. It scares me in a good way. She is all I ever wanted in a girl.

Okay, enough of this shit. I need to make sleep. I have a busy few days coming up.

I'm going to try to update this bullshit blog more often. Or not.

Whatever.

Get back to your lives...