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Tonight's Debauchery | Sunday, 2005 March 20 - 4:25 am |
Dinner, dancing, drinking, drama, delight. It's 2:45 a.m. I've just come home from celebrating Jessica's birthday. The great thing about being friends with Jessica is that she has a bunch of supermodel-like girlfriends, who are also exceedingly charming and fun. Jessica's friend Shannon just might be the most beautiful girl I've ever met, and that's saying A LOT. So when I get to tag along with Jessica on social outings, I feel like George Constanza when he discovers the secret supermodel society in a former meat-packing building. I'm "in the club". Of course, most of the girls are married... go figure. In all, there were about twenty of us, with a roughly equal number of men and women. I should say that the men in the group were pretty good-looking too; one guy, Jeff, was almost a double for Tom Cruise. I never think of myself as particularly good-looking so I felt a little out-of-place. Is that bad? I suppose I should have more self-confidence. We went to Porter's downtown, and had a good dinner; then, we went to White Collar Crime for drinking and dancing. It's a pretty cool little bar; the crowd is largely twenty-somethings, though not quite as meat-market as some other places in town. When we first got there, the end of the Wake Forest-West Virginia basketball game was on. I needed Wake Forest to lose to help my standings in the basketball pool; Jessica's friend's sister Tara needed Wake Forest to win for the same reason. Tara said that if Wake Forest won, she would do a little dance to celebrate, even though she said she didn't really know how to dance and she felt silly doing it. Then she said that I should do a dance if Wake Forest lost. Wake Forest lost, in double overtime. So, I started doing a goofy little dance, wandering through the crowd of people in the bar. A few years ago, there's NO WAY I would have done something like that. But now I pretty much have no sense of shame; I think, to some degree, that writing personal stuff in this blog has helped me eliminate a lot of my self-consciousness. Anyway, as I made my way around the bar, I got some REALLY STRANGE LOOKS, especially when I had to wade through a group of five guys who seemed afraid that I was threatening their heterosexuality. Tara was following behind me, and she seemed to enjoy all this greatly. I think I really scored some points by making a fool of myself! That was a useful lesson. So now I wonder about Tara, and whether there might be some possibilities there. She's pretty and charming but I don't know much about her otherwise. Oh, and she's only 24. That's both good and bad. Mostly good. Tara and her equally beautiful sister Tracey left fairly early. The night continued with more dancing and drinking, though I was drinking VERY slowly because I had volunteered to be the designated driver. Now, for me, "slowly" would normally be less than one drink per hour. Tonight I was drinking at less than HALF that pace, so it was very slowly indeed. I was stone cold sober the whole evening; it was a weird feeling. At about 1:00 a.m. the place got really crowded. A group of attractive Indian kids came in. I made eye contact with one of the girls, and she came over and started talking to me. She didn't really have the Art Of Picking Up Ken very well honed; she said, "Hi, I'm [name unintelligible], I just thought I'd come over and start talking to you." What is one supposed to say in response to that? "That's nice." That was all I could come up with. She was very young; she was a film student at North Carolina State. I didn't find her all that interesting, but I was flattered that she was trying to talk to me, so I did my best to keep the conversation going. Suddenly, without warning, she and her friend abruptly dashed away. There seemed to be some crisis. This came at about the time that I told her how FREAKISHLY OLD I was, but I don't think that was the reason she ran off. It seemed to have something to do with some other friend of hers who was drunk and crying. I couldn't really tell exactly what was happening, but it seemed like a real drama. She later came back and apologized for running off, but by then any spark we might have had was gone. Just as well; she wasn't really my type. Not much else happened; I danced with a bunch of cute women and a few not-so-cute women, and I had a good time, but that was all. That is why I am back here at home, by myself. The End... for now. |
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Comment #1 from Crouching Hamster (Guest) 2005 Mar 20 - 11:47 am : # |
OK. Even though you went home alone, it sounds like a good night. And don't knock those young ones - until you try them. I find that an age difference of fifteen years is just about right for me. And those 25 year-olds know something about kissing and making out. At least one Yale law school grad has it down. |