muitos beijos!!
Christina and I are going out with Adam again tonight, and I plan to make it a lot more interesting than last week. Not that watching Christina get completely wrecked isn't a show in itself, but I thought things could stand to be a little more creative.
I've started to create games we play while we're out to make the nights more interesting and more fun to laugh at the next day. A few weeks ago we tried out a game that involved us lying to every person we met. Now, that might not seem like too much of a variation of what we normally do, but it was quite an adventure. That night we had to tell a completely different lie to everyone who approached us. We couldn't tell them the truth about anything: our names, where we grew up, our ages, all that good stuff. We couldn't say the same lie twice and we had to try to keep track of what we told to who. I think the game about bombed once we started talking to these two firemen for a couple hours.
We actually were enjoying their company, so it was hard to admit I wasn't really from Arizona here on Spring Break or that I might actually run into them any given weekend. Our stories started to collapse, so we bucked to the next bar and told them we'd see them a little later. When they asked for our phone numbers and we realized we had local area codes, we split; but we promised that if we ran into them again, we'd definitely find a way to keep in touch. Whew! I know this seems retarded, but I swear it's a lot more fun then it sounds.
Tonight will be a different game. I have carefully selected five words/phrases from the English language that Christina will casually have to work into conversations tonight. She can't reveal that we're playing a game, she can't say more than two words together in a sentence, and she can't just start screaming out the words when she's drunk. I think she's making a list for me too. Her words are:
1) emu
2) abominable
3) hairline fracture
4) isoscoles
5) Bette Nesmith Graham
(In case you don't know who Bette Nesmith is, she is the person who invented white out. She is also the mother of Michael Nesmith, former member of The Monkees.)
I actually considered using a weird place like Fiji or Ethiopia, but I figured she could always ask them if they've ever been there. And song titles were absolutely out of the question since we're going to a karyoke bar. Too bad, sucka!! Haha.
Christina is at the food store right now constructing a list of the weirdest words she can find. But since she's in DeLand, I'm sure she can find weird enough words around town to suffice. (Don't hate, I'm from DeLand too.)
Future games will be similar. Next time we go out, we'll have to construct lists of words we have to get someone else to say out loud, without revealing the game to them or asking them to flat out say the word. I was thinking another time we could make a list of things we have to do before the night ends (like meet someone from another country) and things we're not allowed to do the entire night (like say the word "drink").
Believe or not, this stuff is pretty hard, especially when you're not thinking and you're not able to reveal the game itself. And most especially, if you're as drunk as Christina was last Wednesday.
Omigosh, I totally forgot...I talked to Freddy last night. He called asking if I would go see him, but I was right about to start cleaning my bathroom so I told him I'd call him later. He said he would wait up. Then I forgot to call him and fell asleep. Ooopss.. So I texted him this morning saying I'd like to hang out tonight sometime, and he said that he would like to as well (in so many words). Actually what he said was "Ok craazy cute baby! Call me later! Muahh all over u!"
Yea.
He's so foreign. Anyway, if I see him, great; if not, I'll survive. I've actually been thinking a lot about boy-who's-name-I-can't-say lately because of the news I heard about him leaving the Orlando dealership. I don't know if it's because I'm nervous that I might actually run into him, or because I'm sure I won't see him just like I don't see him now. See, I was doing just fine until I heard gossip about him. Now my mind is constantly racing again. I need to get a life, obviously.
Haha really quick funny story (well, funny to me, and that's all that matters). The salesguys around here are complete asses and refuse to do any more work then they're absolutely forced to do. Everyday I package new car booklets for them, in my spare time, and put them in perfect order, so they don't have to fumble around when they're trying to sell a car. I do it purely out of the kindness of my heart, okay? When I get them packaged, none of the guys will ever help me carry them to the room they belong in. They make up these elaborate, nonsensical excuses for why they are wayyy too busy and important to help me.
Ha. So today, right in front of all the salesguys, I walked right up to Alex, the worst one of all, and said 'Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?' and I smiled and had him follow me. All the guys were like 'OOoooo!!' because they thought I wanted to ask him out or something since I had him follow me away. I walked him right to my office, opened the door and when he saw all the books on the floor, he was like 'You're such a con-artist!' So I loaded his arms up with all the books and followed him to the room they go in. All the guys were laughing at him because I had totally tricked him. I read somewhere that flirting can get you a lot of things, and I guess that's pretty much right.
I've started to create games we play while we're out to make the nights more interesting and more fun to laugh at the next day. A few weeks ago we tried out a game that involved us lying to every person we met. Now, that might not seem like too much of a variation of what we normally do, but it was quite an adventure. That night we had to tell a completely different lie to everyone who approached us. We couldn't tell them the truth about anything: our names, where we grew up, our ages, all that good stuff. We couldn't say the same lie twice and we had to try to keep track of what we told to who. I think the game about bombed once we started talking to these two firemen for a couple hours.
We actually were enjoying their company, so it was hard to admit I wasn't really from Arizona here on Spring Break or that I might actually run into them any given weekend. Our stories started to collapse, so we bucked to the next bar and told them we'd see them a little later. When they asked for our phone numbers and we realized we had local area codes, we split; but we promised that if we ran into them again, we'd definitely find a way to keep in touch. Whew! I know this seems retarded, but I swear it's a lot more fun then it sounds.
Tonight will be a different game. I have carefully selected five words/phrases from the English language that Christina will casually have to work into conversations tonight. She can't reveal that we're playing a game, she can't say more than two words together in a sentence, and she can't just start screaming out the words when she's drunk. I think she's making a list for me too. Her words are:
1) emu
2) abominable
3) hairline fracture
4) isoscoles
5) Bette Nesmith Graham
(In case you don't know who Bette Nesmith is, she is the person who invented white out. She is also the mother of Michael Nesmith, former member of The Monkees.)
I actually considered using a weird place like Fiji or Ethiopia, but I figured she could always ask them if they've ever been there. And song titles were absolutely out of the question since we're going to a karyoke bar. Too bad, sucka!! Haha.
Christina is at the food store right now constructing a list of the weirdest words she can find. But since she's in DeLand, I'm sure she can find weird enough words around town to suffice. (Don't hate, I'm from DeLand too.)
Future games will be similar. Next time we go out, we'll have to construct lists of words we have to get someone else to say out loud, without revealing the game to them or asking them to flat out say the word. I was thinking another time we could make a list of things we have to do before the night ends (like meet someone from another country) and things we're not allowed to do the entire night (like say the word "drink").
Believe or not, this stuff is pretty hard, especially when you're not thinking and you're not able to reveal the game itself. And most especially, if you're as drunk as Christina was last Wednesday.
Omigosh, I totally forgot...I talked to Freddy last night. He called asking if I would go see him, but I was right about to start cleaning my bathroom so I told him I'd call him later. He said he would wait up. Then I forgot to call him and fell asleep. Ooopss.. So I texted him this morning saying I'd like to hang out tonight sometime, and he said that he would like to as well (in so many words). Actually what he said was "Ok craazy cute baby! Call me later! Muahh all over u!"
Yea.
He's so foreign. Anyway, if I see him, great; if not, I'll survive. I've actually been thinking a lot about boy-who's-name-I-can't-say lately because of the news I heard about him leaving the Orlando dealership. I don't know if it's because I'm nervous that I might actually run into him, or because I'm sure I won't see him just like I don't see him now. See, I was doing just fine until I heard gossip about him. Now my mind is constantly racing again. I need to get a life, obviously.
Haha really quick funny story (well, funny to me, and that's all that matters). The salesguys around here are complete asses and refuse to do any more work then they're absolutely forced to do. Everyday I package new car booklets for them, in my spare time, and put them in perfect order, so they don't have to fumble around when they're trying to sell a car. I do it purely out of the kindness of my heart, okay? When I get them packaged, none of the guys will ever help me carry them to the room they belong in. They make up these elaborate, nonsensical excuses for why they are wayyy too busy and important to help me.
Ha. So today, right in front of all the salesguys, I walked right up to Alex, the worst one of all, and said 'Hey, can I talk to you for a minute?' and I smiled and had him follow me. All the guys were like 'OOoooo!!' because they thought I wanted to ask him out or something since I had him follow me away. I walked him right to my office, opened the door and when he saw all the books on the floor, he was like 'You're such a con-artist!' So I loaded his arms up with all the books and followed him to the room they go in. All the guys were laughing at him because I had totally tricked him. I read somewhere that flirting can get you a lot of things, and I guess that's pretty much right.