Popcorn Songs
...and other stuff, but it's the popcorn mix I can't get enough of.Saturday, January 07, 2006
Catching up in reverse chronological order
Last night I went to bed with the spins for the first time since the great broken dick night of 2002 at the Berwyn Tavern. For the record, I was 'Olive Nazi' and not 'Broken Dick Guy'. Karaoke was dead, but that was ok, since I felt like a laid back night.
I had the funniest IM chat ever with some girl off CL last night--I wish I'd had the foresight to save it. I was going on about 'narcissistic egomania' and other self-mockery. It was Armenian Christmas yesterday! How about that? Too bad I can't share (or remember) the whole thing.
Managed to sneak in a workout before any of that. After a whole missed week I was surprised at how easy it felt.
Thursday's game group played Caylus again. I decided I liked it. Ensign swore he'd never play it again.
Wednesday I had dinner in Manayunk. Worst first meeting ever. I'm never doing one of these in the city on a work night again. I was late, flustered, and completely unprepared. From the moment I sat down it was over. The waitress, an older asian lady, looked at her watch and gave me a disapproving, 'tsk tsk.' J, who was very nice but had no way of knowing how flustered I was, as soon as I sat down said, "So, tell me about yourself." And the dumbass ball started rolling. "Um, well, I just started putting myself back out there last November..." etc. The thing about the dumbass ball (as Ken perfectly explained) is once it starts rolling, there is no stopping it. Dumbass momentum is too powerful.
Tuesday was the glorious day of doing nothing.
Monday was game day at my place. We played a whole bunch of cool new games. The one where we point foam guns at each other, the one where you have to survive the zombie attack (but not 'Zombies', a different one), the one where you collect dragons and faeries and warriors, and Caylus. There was a bit of drama that was later played off as a 'joke'. Eh, whatever... I'm mostly amused that it's not me at the center of it, having been there so many times myself. You'd think I'd be more sympathetic, but it's just really funny to witness from the sidelines for a change.
Sunday... mmmmm, Sunday.
Saturday was the Merry Vicemas party. Al got very drunk and doesn't remember all the secrets he spilled. So, everyone should be nice and help Al remember what he said and did. For my part, I practiced conversation starters based on the comedy of Sarah Silverman and my one-man West Side Story act you can catch next time you're in the Catskills.
I had the funniest IM chat ever with some girl off CL last night--I wish I'd had the foresight to save it. I was going on about 'narcissistic egomania' and other self-mockery. It was Armenian Christmas yesterday! How about that? Too bad I can't share (or remember) the whole thing.
Managed to sneak in a workout before any of that. After a whole missed week I was surprised at how easy it felt.
Thursday's game group played Caylus again. I decided I liked it. Ensign swore he'd never play it again.
Wednesday I had dinner in Manayunk. Worst first meeting ever. I'm never doing one of these in the city on a work night again. I was late, flustered, and completely unprepared. From the moment I sat down it was over. The waitress, an older asian lady, looked at her watch and gave me a disapproving, 'tsk tsk.' J, who was very nice but had no way of knowing how flustered I was, as soon as I sat down said, "So, tell me about yourself." And the dumbass ball started rolling. "Um, well, I just started putting myself back out there last November..." etc. The thing about the dumbass ball (as Ken perfectly explained) is once it starts rolling, there is no stopping it. Dumbass momentum is too powerful.
Tuesday was the glorious day of doing nothing.
Monday was game day at my place. We played a whole bunch of cool new games. The one where we point foam guns at each other, the one where you have to survive the zombie attack (but not 'Zombies', a different one), the one where you collect dragons and faeries and warriors, and Caylus. There was a bit of drama that was later played off as a 'joke'. Eh, whatever... I'm mostly amused that it's not me at the center of it, having been there so many times myself. You'd think I'd be more sympathetic, but it's just really funny to witness from the sidelines for a change.
Sunday... mmmmm, Sunday.
Saturday was the Merry Vicemas party. Al got very drunk and doesn't remember all the secrets he spilled. So, everyone should be nice and help Al remember what he said and did. For my part, I practiced conversation starters based on the comedy of Sarah Silverman and my one-man West Side Story act you can catch next time you're in the Catskills.
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