I was going to put Coadster's school photo up when we got it, but apparently, according to Coadster, it was just too hideous and no one could see it. I thought it was really cute, but I remember being fifteen and I'm sure if I told her that, the horror of her mom saying her "hideous" picture was cute, might cause her to have a seizure. So, we are allowed to show you this one from the last football game with her friends.
I had a really good weekend. I ran a lot and the weather was amazing for that. I went out to a couple of different drinking establishments on Friday night and had a blast. On Saturday night I hosted Stinky's birthday party and it was surprisingly low key - except when the teenagers swarmed my house like locusts and ate and drank everything in my fridge.
As we were all getting ready to go home on Friday night, we wisely decided to skip the Guitar Hero thing at the Bijou. We figured we were all too lame to leave our houses after ten o'clock. Today I met my friends at The Vine for more Steelers watching. Originally, I thought I'd write about our Friday night exploits, but now I think I'll save that for tomorrow and write about football watching tonight, while I'm still kind of remembering our conversations.
This whole watching football on Sunday with my friend K. and some of our cute, funny male friends, is quickly becoming my new favorite thing. I'm even meeting some of the other guys outside of our table and they're really nice too. At one point, a man at the bar said, "Enough of this Tom Foolery, let's just start passing the ball."
"Excuse me. Did you just say 'Tom foolery' in reference to a football game?" I asked.
"Uh, yeah. I guess you don't hear that phrase very often any more do you?" He said and looked all sheepish.
"And that's why it's awesome. I think we should all try to say that at some point this afternoon." Of course, we all forgot about two seconds later, but I loved that it was said at all.
My friend C. came into town the night before and was on hand for the game. At one point, he started in on one of his favorite rants about how friends shouldn't ever date other friend's exes and he has reasons for this rant, but we all know his take on it by now, so I felt like I had to call him on his shit.
"This town is so small and incestuous, that if we didn't date our friend's exes, then we may not have anyone to date at all."
"That's bullshit. There's plenty of other people. I've never dated any of my friend's exes. I'm a man of principles," C. said.
"Okay Mr. Man of Principles, I dated a friend of yours. You mean to tell me that if I asked you to go home with me and have sex, you would say no because of your strong loyalties?" C. started to say something, stopped and quickly started talking about something else. "Oh no. Don't change the subject. I want to hear what you'd do." I knew C. well enough, to know that he'd figure out a way to rationalize being able to have sex with someone somehow, I was just curious to see what he'd say.
"Oh, well...Okay. That doesn't count because you guys only dated for a few months and he didn't really care about you anyway." Shit. I hate it when he pulls that card.
"Yeah. You're right. I guess that doesn't count. I was stupid and let myself get played."
"Good. I'm glad you said it, so I didn't have to."
"You know I'm not going home with you, right?" I asked.