so after the last evening (that involved watching animal house, call phones ringing in the middle of movies, "his escape", and extreme guy-ly things) i was pretty sure my evening was not to be topped.

heh

so i sat around until 8:30 hoping he would call. and when he did i was less than pleased being that he told me that he would be home at 1. his friend picked me up and we drove around for a little while ... then he got the bright idea to stop by ... (hmm im trying to refrain from using names) Big-football-player-guy's house. which i knew would be ... akward. so there were a few football players inhabiting the room and Girl-who-goes-to-my-school-but-i-cant-for-the-life-of-me remember-her-name. who was making out with Pretty-boy (and later, to my chagrin, some "southern hospitality" was taking place if-you-know-what-i-mean *glachkaslkd!*)

so Big-football-player-guy and others were playing video games and drinking cheap imitation vodka ... or so i learned. one particular football-type was trying to get my boy-type to take a shot (which he did when i wasnt looking the sneaky little devil). i was pretty much sitting on the edge of the bed surrounded by fornication, booze, and videogames (my ultimate nightmare) clinging on to my boy-type and hoping that i wouldnt breathe in like some sort of sex of booze fumes and become one of them. needless to say this was sooooo not my crowd.

after seeing Pretty-boy's ass a few hundred times, and watching Big-football-player-guy get completely wasted off of a whopping like 9 shots, i was pretty much ready to leave. luckily boy-type's friend (we'll call him driver guy because hes the one who drove us) Driver-guy shared my sentiments and we left.

the evening concluded with a wendy's run, a 5 minute wild ride with the Math-nazi, and finally a sweet ending.

cut ... print ... beautiful!