Well, I literary have not written in this thing in ages. I just put the last post up so I wouldn't look lame. A lot of things have been going on, nothing major though. Hmmm, let's see so last Friday night Kelly, Chris Justus, Jim, and I decided to paint the tunnels. Well, a tunnel (we have a tunnel here in school that anyone can paint and promote events and etc.). The KD sorority pledged painted all over with dumb little messages that said, "Dear Big, I love you. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. Love, Ditzy." It's pathetic. Everyone knows it is, but nobody has ever done anything about it. Why the hell would you put up on a pedestal some dumb girl who you pay their organization about $400/semester? I just don't get it. So, us four took it upon us to make a difference and let the tunnel gain its freedom. You can say it was vandalization, graffitti, or art. It doesn't matter it made a statement. A very RAW statement which I don't think I will get into much detail about. For a whole weekend the tunnel shined and I was secretly engulfing myself with the praises people were giving to our manifestatioin. Unfortunately, another sorority has already covered it up. We shall see about that...
Saturday night was wicked fun. Patty, Kelly, and I went to this oriental restaurant named The King and I where we saw Ryn and Dave C on their first date (oh so cute! PuKe!!! hehehe) . After that Patty dropped us off at the Dryden Theater in the Eastman House where we watched this 1950s film called Harvey starring Jimmy Stewart. It was great. I have forgotten how good and therapeutic it is to laugh at nice innocent humor; I felt like a little kid again. Well, that feeling only last for so long because after the movie Kelly and I walked down East Ave and went to Coyote Joe's and had a couple of beers. (Those were the only drinks we could afford, they were a dollar special) About 30 minutes Patty arrived from the theater and we decided to go to Milestone's on A(lexander) Street. Oh my goodness, it was soooooooo much fun!!! There was a live band, the music was great, the lead singer tried to .....with us (lol), and we got a couple of more drinks as well (ay, ya ya). Towards the end of the night these two guys bought Kelly and I two rounds of drinks (Patty was not interested, she's got a boy). These guys try to talk to us and it's going well. Then they ask us, "So, what do you two do?" And we respond, "We go to the U of R. How about you guys?" They say, "Oh, we don't go to school. We are PROFESSIONAL PAINT BALL PLAYERS." What??? Now, that is either the coolest job on this planet or the corniest, cheesiest, lamest pick-up line I have ever heard. Kelly and I agreed it was the second one and we just cracked up. Oh my gosh. That's insane. After that remark nothing happened, and we had to get going it was about 3 am. Plus, all three of us had rehearsal at 10 am. The guys insisted for us to come back next week and meet them there. I am not so sure, but if they are going buy us a couple more rounds I wouldn't mind. Hahaha!!! Whatever, I am not selling myself for some "Long Island Ice Tea" or a "Metropolitan". I just had too much fun.
Maybe this weekend I shall go again...
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