Roll the Dice
Risk is a pretty fun game, all told. Long, though. Dean and I had a good time playing it and Blokus last night with Alex and Nicolle. Quote of the night:
Dean (drunk): I suck so many balls I don't know how they all fit in my mouth at the same time!
Alex: There's just no way you're straight.
The Boink thing looks like it's actually going to work out. We had some apprehensions but we've talked to Chris and Alecia and it sounds like everything is ok. We were really curious about how on earth we could have been asked to go after only meeting Alecia a few days ago on Facebook, but she says they were really looking for an actual couple that were cool, which we are and seemed to be. She also said the contest was more hype than anything else and they didn't want to choose people solely on the basis of their looks, which makes me feel less scared that they're going to take one look at us and refuse to put our pictures in. Also Chris has answered a lot of my questions and I guess we're not going to end up naked in a bathtub in the Virgin Islands missing half our supply of kidneys, although I do hope that if that does happen that they go to good homes. Oh and apparently I get reimbursed for a spa treatment right before we go! So as long as I keep it around $200 (!) I can get my hair cut, nails done, and various places waxed in preparation for partying my ass off for a week. Sweeeet. All we need to do now is fax and mail our model release forms and copies of our ID's and we're good to go.
Now I just have to make sure I get all that stuff, and various other things, done in the next two weeks. I need to do various things for work, like get trained to use the Clean Room, I need to do my financial aid stuff (I can't believe I've left it this late), and I need to buy some Crest Whitestrips or similar tomorrow. This whole get-beautiful-in-two-weeks thing is gonna kill me. I don't even want to say what I'm being forced to eat, or rather, not eat. On the upside, though, at least the new exercise regime is getting me back into tennis. I forgot how much fun it was to suck at that game.
And now it's the day before I'm presumably supposed to start work at 9 and here I am up too late again. Ah well. Here we go!
Dean (drunk): I suck so many balls I don't know how they all fit in my mouth at the same time!
Alex: There's just no way you're straight.
The Boink thing looks like it's actually going to work out. We had some apprehensions but we've talked to Chris and Alecia and it sounds like everything is ok. We were really curious about how on earth we could have been asked to go after only meeting Alecia a few days ago on Facebook, but she says they were really looking for an actual couple that were cool, which we are and seemed to be. She also said the contest was more hype than anything else and they didn't want to choose people solely on the basis of their looks, which makes me feel less scared that they're going to take one look at us and refuse to put our pictures in. Also Chris has answered a lot of my questions and I guess we're not going to end up naked in a bathtub in the Virgin Islands missing half our supply of kidneys, although I do hope that if that does happen that they go to good homes. Oh and apparently I get reimbursed for a spa treatment right before we go! So as long as I keep it around $200 (!) I can get my hair cut, nails done, and various places waxed in preparation for partying my ass off for a week. Sweeeet. All we need to do now is fax and mail our model release forms and copies of our ID's and we're good to go.
Now I just have to make sure I get all that stuff, and various other things, done in the next two weeks. I need to do various things for work, like get trained to use the Clean Room, I need to do my financial aid stuff (I can't believe I've left it this late), and I need to buy some Crest Whitestrips or similar tomorrow. This whole get-beautiful-in-two-weeks thing is gonna kill me. I don't even want to say what I'm being forced to eat, or rather, not eat. On the upside, though, at least the new exercise regime is getting me back into tennis. I forgot how much fun it was to suck at that game.
And now it's the day before I'm presumably supposed to start work at 9 and here I am up too late again. Ah well. Here we go!