Game Day!
I love Fall. Not just because it's a short brake from the stifling humidity down here, but mostly because of the start of the football season, especially the college football season. There's nothing greater than sitting around on a Saturday catching as many games as possible. Having a six-pack and pizza within reach is a necessity. My suicide schedule last year made it impossible for me to actually go out to a game. I'm looking to change that this year. I've got tickets for the UGA vs. Vanderbilt game already. I may take off to the UGA vs. Tennessee game and the UGA vs. Flordia game. The Auburn game would be fun, if for nothing else than to see Auburn get their ass kicked after being such a bunch of arrogant asses during the preseason. Not so tough without Brown, huh? I wish I could get out to tonight's game against Steve Spurrier South Carolina but I've got plans already.
I may or may not have had sex with two girls in one day.
Kidding. That's what you were expecting, right? Sucka.
Liz spent the night on Thursday. Her car was dead in the shop so she was riding into the hospital with me. It was just out of convenience. It's much easier to have her already there, where I can herd her into getting ready and out of the door on time. After living with that girl for so long, I've learned that getting her to get ready on time is a magic trick. I knew better than to let her stay at her place or we'd have never made it on campus in time.
So that went well. Nothing happened beyond a little kissing and cuddling and stuff. I keep my apartment frigid at night, so it's always nice to have another warm body in the bed. I have to say though, it took about all of my restraint not to join her in the shower. I made breakfast for both of us instead... because that's TOTALLY better than having some shower fun in the morning.
The date with Kate turned out pretty well. She'd drove down to her parent's house on Thursday since she didn't have classes and had taken off from work, so I picked her up from there. The game was an away game in the town my parent's live so I took her to one of my favorite local places. They have the best Italian food in the world. The only problem is that I live in a reasonably small town, so it's hard to go anywhere without seeing someone that you know. That's usually not a bad thing, but I happened to run into the Gramma. Yes, the evil one.
I'm sure that deep down I really love the Gramma, but most of the time I just want to STRANGLE her. I'm sure the feeling is mutual. She does this one thing when she has an audience (two of her snobby, country club friends were with her) that irritates the hell outta me. She'll ask me these questions that she KNOWS the answer to, just to show off. Grand standing. Asking me if I'd gone on any trips lately, knowing EXACTLY where I'd been in the past three weeks. She's still under the impression that I will eventually "get serious" and go get an MD in order to take over my Grampa's old practice, the one my dad is running. Nevermind that Alex will graduate this December and with his MCAT scores, grades, community service there's no way he won't get into medical school. Nevermind that Sarah is starting her sophomore year with a 4.0 GPA with future plans for medical school as well. The Gramma is a piece of work. I'm figuring the only way she'd be happy was if every single one of us had decided on medical school. Two out of five isn't bad!
But I digress.
Once we managed to get away from the Gramma, who by the glares I could tell did not approve of Kate's age. She actually asked me if I was babysitting. Yup, isn't my Gramma great? Ugh. Does everyone understand why we don't get along? But, anyway, dinner went pretty well once the Gramma left us alone. The food was good, as usual. I think she may be as big of a pasta-holic as me. I'd almost forgotten her age until I sneaked her some of my beer. Corrupting a minor, I'm good at that.
The game was at a local high school (not the school I graduate from). It's impressive how much different the place looks though. I remember being there a few times when my brothers played. Big in-town rivalry. Because of that I had no problems rooting for her brother's team. I met her parents and little sister during half-time. They all seemed nice, seemed genuinely happy to meet me. Her little sister is a doll, and I mean that in a non-pedophile kinda way. Twelve years old and already gorgeous. Her mother showed me pictures that proved my theory that Kate looked almost identical to her little sister at that age. We stayed with them during the second half. I talked football with her dad while her little brother's team got absolutely MURDERED. Pity.
That's all the boring stuff. We took off after the third quarter because I got a call from a friend letting me know that he had something of a party going on. I took her over to Parker's house. She met some of my friends and had a few drinks (I didn't since I was driving and I knew she had to be home before 1 AM... see, I can be responsible. I managed to convince her to disappear upstairs with me before it got too late. Nothing serious went down. Kissing, talking, and that kinda stuff. I'm still deciding on whether that was a good or a bad thing. I'm beginning to think I have an unnatural attraction to "good girls". Anyway, I got her back to her parents house with about half an hour to spare. Brownie points.
In summary: A good date, overall, but no ass for me.
I may or may not have had sex with two girls in one day.
Kidding. That's what you were expecting, right? Sucka.
Liz spent the night on Thursday. Her car was dead in the shop so she was riding into the hospital with me. It was just out of convenience. It's much easier to have her already there, where I can herd her into getting ready and out of the door on time. After living with that girl for so long, I've learned that getting her to get ready on time is a magic trick. I knew better than to let her stay at her place or we'd have never made it on campus in time.
So that went well. Nothing happened beyond a little kissing and cuddling and stuff. I keep my apartment frigid at night, so it's always nice to have another warm body in the bed. I have to say though, it took about all of my restraint not to join her in the shower. I made breakfast for both of us instead... because that's TOTALLY better than having some shower fun in the morning.
The date with Kate turned out pretty well. She'd drove down to her parent's house on Thursday since she didn't have classes and had taken off from work, so I picked her up from there. The game was an away game in the town my parent's live so I took her to one of my favorite local places. They have the best Italian food in the world. The only problem is that I live in a reasonably small town, so it's hard to go anywhere without seeing someone that you know. That's usually not a bad thing, but I happened to run into the Gramma. Yes, the evil one.
I'm sure that deep down I really love the Gramma, but most of the time I just want to STRANGLE her. I'm sure the feeling is mutual. She does this one thing when she has an audience (two of her snobby, country club friends were with her) that irritates the hell outta me. She'll ask me these questions that she KNOWS the answer to, just to show off. Grand standing. Asking me if I'd gone on any trips lately, knowing EXACTLY where I'd been in the past three weeks. She's still under the impression that I will eventually "get serious" and go get an MD in order to take over my Grampa's old practice, the one my dad is running. Nevermind that Alex will graduate this December and with his MCAT scores, grades, community service there's no way he won't get into medical school. Nevermind that Sarah is starting her sophomore year with a 4.0 GPA with future plans for medical school as well. The Gramma is a piece of work. I'm figuring the only way she'd be happy was if every single one of us had decided on medical school. Two out of five isn't bad!
But I digress.
Once we managed to get away from the Gramma, who by the glares I could tell did not approve of Kate's age. She actually asked me if I was babysitting. Yup, isn't my Gramma great? Ugh. Does everyone understand why we don't get along? But, anyway, dinner went pretty well once the Gramma left us alone. The food was good, as usual. I think she may be as big of a pasta-holic as me. I'd almost forgotten her age until I sneaked her some of my beer. Corrupting a minor, I'm good at that.
The game was at a local high school (not the school I graduate from). It's impressive how much different the place looks though. I remember being there a few times when my brothers played. Big in-town rivalry. Because of that I had no problems rooting for her brother's team. I met her parents and little sister during half-time. They all seemed nice, seemed genuinely happy to meet me. Her little sister is a doll, and I mean that in a non-pedophile kinda way. Twelve years old and already gorgeous. Her mother showed me pictures that proved my theory that Kate looked almost identical to her little sister at that age. We stayed with them during the second half. I talked football with her dad while her little brother's team got absolutely MURDERED. Pity.
That's all the boring stuff. We took off after the third quarter because I got a call from a friend letting me know that he had something of a party going on. I took her over to Parker's house. She met some of my friends and had a few drinks (I didn't since I was driving and I knew she had to be home before 1 AM... see, I can be responsible. I managed to convince her to disappear upstairs with me before it got too late. Nothing serious went down. Kissing, talking, and that kinda stuff. I'm still deciding on whether that was a good or a bad thing. I'm beginning to think I have an unnatural attraction to "good girls". Anyway, I got her back to her parents house with about half an hour to spare. Brownie points.
In summary: A good date, overall, but no ass for me.