I haven't written anything in nearly a month. See, I had this neat idea where since it's my 101st post here, I would treat it like a syllabus or things about me section. That's probably not going to happen though. I'm not quite sure how to start something that off. Instead, you get me just banging on keys.
I wouldn't say my distraction away from the whole blog thing was because of more interesting matters. For the most part, I just attribute it to laziness. I never said I was the most proactive when it came to the extra curriculars. Hell, I was really in any clubs in high school or college. I should have been, but shied away for probably stupid reasons.
This weekend is shaping up to be pretty good. After a full and interesting Halloween weekend, the follow up constitutes extensions from the Halloween bash as well as precursors to others. To start I have a date on Friday. Sadly, this didn't spring from some smooth note I dropped on a filly, but rather sheer chance and being myself.
Mischief Night was interesting. My plans consisted of heading to my normal watering hole because they were hosting their Halloween party. I dressed in a great stand-by costume I have worn years ago, Run DMC. Track suit, chain, fake Adidas sneakers, and an actual Kangol hat received great response. The night brought many people dancing and such. I sat around the bar and mainly talked with friends. As the evening drove on, things became more relaxed as people overcame inhibition and succumbed to fun. I talked to the current DJ at the time, Kevin, and he told me that if he played Run DMC's "Tricky", I would have to go dance. I told him I would. He put it on right away. No one was on the dance floor, but I was just looking for fun and went to dance anyway. chance happened that a girl dressed as Goldilocks started dancing with me. We talked, moved off the dance floor after I was finished lookin'-a-fool. Numbers were eventually exchanged and diner food was to be had.
That's all you're getting for now.
Saturday is a full event. My brother, Chris, is getting hitched on Black Friday. So, his best man, my brother Matt, is throwing the bachelor party. For a nominal fee, I get to head into Philly with a gaggle of guys to apparently learn some stuff through a historic tour. Now, knowing Matt, historical could mean Philadelphia landmarks, like the Liberty Bell and such, or could easily transpire as the oldest bars in the area. The evening will consist of apparently standard bachelor fare, with a trip of debauchery where you can't touch the goods, but they can touch you. Fortunately, I am staying in the city for the night for safety reasons. I have no excuse not to get crazy, right?
Currently, as I type, Fiona Apple is playing in the background. I'm trying to envision where I should take my date (no you aren't even getting a name). We have discussed a couple things, but I believe dinner will be first. Some establishment in Media, will more than likely be the venue. After the meal, we will play it by ear, or as long as my wallet holds out. Depending on how she drinks could be a long night, or a very short one. I know I don't need much in the way of alcohol for a good time. Hell, I think my intoxication will come solely from just being out on the town with someone wanting to have a good time with me.
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