Jinx Cont'd 9/1/2002
The group activity for the night was to go to a lecture given by a motivational speaker. (The movie, 'Remember the Titans' was based on him). Can't remember the name for shit...ANYWAY, Jan thought it was lame an decided to stay in, so I decided to just go by myself and a group of random strangers that I lived with. I saw this really chic girl kind of standing off o the side by herself. During the floor meeting, I noticed that she had this really cool, very heavy NYC accent. Anyway, I figured 'what the hell' and started talking to her. She didn't want to go to the lecture either, but also didn't want to stay in her room. It turns out she's a junior transfer from NYU, so we started chatting. Her name is Andrea and it turns out that she came up with a bunch of people from her high school. We ended up hanging out with one of her friends, Joe. He's a nice guy, but he's a little too clingy and touchy-feely for my taste. He's a scrappy little Italian from Staten Island where Andrea was from. Jan changed her mind about going, so the four of us went to the lecture. It was actually really good. While complaing that there was nothing to do, I asked Andrea if she was into bars. She definitely was, so we made plans to hang out that night.
The original plan was to go to Ice House, a bar, but it looked dead when we got there. The driver suggested The Empire Club because a lot of people had been going there that night. So we turned around and went to Empire, which kicked ass. It was 18 to get in and 21 to drink. My fake worked like a charm. Jan didn't have one, so we just ended up buying her drinks. I had two Sex on the Beaches, two Kamikazees, and half of Jan's Sex on the Beach within a forty minute period. (Explains why I was so queasy that first morning, huh?). I drink like that for two reasons. A) Drinking makes me less inhibited, and therefore less conscious about my hang-ups about my body and my face. B) Having a high tolerance and being only 5'3" not only impresses people, but is also a good conversation topic. Probably not the best reasons, but whatever.
We met Andrea's friend Mitch, a freshman who's the more muscular version of Freddie Prince Jr. We ended up on the dance floor. The only thing that sucked was that I got NO PLAY that night. This good-looking guy named David took Jan into a corner and disappeared for a little while. Matt, or 'J-Crew' as I call him started dancing with Andrea. (Matt's pretty hot too, although some disagree. Olive skin, dark hair, dark eyes, tall, and a bit too lanky for me, but still hot nonetheless. I sure as hell wouldn't be crying if he was in my bed ;o) ). I couldn't remember Matt's name, and the only thing I could remember about him, besides that I would do bad bad things to him, is that he made a comment about wearing a J-Crew belt during our get-to-know-you games. Hence the name J-Crew. Anyway, the whole point is that Andrea got back and I got the scrappy Italian who was getting way too friendly with me.
Me, Andrea, Joe, and Jan crammed ourselves in a cab with three other guys from CIW. I sat in the back with three boys; I was basically laying across their laps. I was stupid, though, I should have sat in the other guy's lap. Instead I sat on Joe's. He was caressing my neck and back and stuff during the ride. I dunno, it just pissed me off. The guy next to me was a cutie. His friend wasn't so bad either. They're all on the soccer team. Soccer boys are hot :o). Anyway, we were all trying to make conversation, and the guy next to me was asked what his major was. He replied, "I don't know what my major is, but my goal is to get laid early and often." I dunno, I thought it was funny. I wouldn't have done anything with him, but I REALLY wanted to be sitting on his lap. So yeah...that was only my first night...
Phobia of the Day: Anthophobia- Fear of flowers
Until my next ramble
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