Oops!
Yeah, so this post is mostly for the sake of getting that last post off the top of my journal and buried beneath a very deep pile of much more attractive posts. I'd hate to give the impression that a 20 minute bout of depression while checking out geredan's completely sick Alienware Laptop summed up my entire evening at the Mardi Gras party.
Truth be told, the party was a complete blast. I had so much fun. I got tounge... flashed... and had some chick's bra on my head for a while (Yes there are pictures, but I won't make them easy to find). Obviously, however, it's a bad idea to let me near a computer with internet access immediately after a girl I was interested in introduces me to her boyfriend and he seeks my approval to date her.
Honestly, how wussy is it to ask permission to date someone? I mean, I can understand asking the person you want to date. They sort of have to agree with the idea, but why the hell would anyone want to seek the approval of another person who's, for all intents and purposes, their competition? Seems to me like some people need to have a bit more confidence.
So, I basically told this guy that he didn't need my approval and wouldn't get it. He was nice enough for a white trash redneck I suppose. Not my associate of choice if you get my drift, but a half-way decent guy... I suppose.
Some people suggested deleteing the entry, but I've decided to keep it as a reminder of reasons not to get on the computer while at a party and while completely and utterly sloshed.
That aside, the party was great and I'll never forget the sights I saw that night... Props to geredan and Cai for an awesome time.
Truth be told, the party was a complete blast. I had so much fun. I got tounge... flashed... and had some chick's bra on my head for a while (Yes there are pictures, but I won't make them easy to find). Obviously, however, it's a bad idea to let me near a computer with internet access immediately after a girl I was interested in introduces me to her boyfriend and he seeks my approval to date her.
Honestly, how wussy is it to ask permission to date someone? I mean, I can understand asking the person you want to date. They sort of have to agree with the idea, but why the hell would anyone want to seek the approval of another person who's, for all intents and purposes, their competition? Seems to me like some people need to have a bit more confidence.
So, I basically told this guy that he didn't need my approval and wouldn't get it. He was nice enough for a white trash redneck I suppose. Not my associate of choice if you get my drift, but a half-way decent guy... I suppose.
Some people suggested deleteing the entry, but I've decided to keep it as a reminder of reasons not to get on the computer while at a party and while completely and utterly sloshed.
That aside, the party was great and I'll never forget the sights I saw that night... Props to geredan and Cai for an awesome time.