Hubuduh What?

open. bar.
2006-05-24 : 3:15 am

Yo stray cats, I need you to strut. i.e. Dudes, I have a question. Every so often I pull one of these cookies out of my bag o' trix but hey, sometimes a girl likes to get behind enemy lines to see what makes 'em tick, right? This is all hypothetical, by the way.

So, question: Is my good friend Mr. Behrendt entirely correct when he says that (I'm paraphrasing here) if a Dude is Into a Chick he will go after her with reckless abandon no matter what the circumstances? Is there really no middle ground there where a Dude would hold off a little, not wanting to overstep some kind of unknown boundary? Like a possible 10 year age difference? Or whatever? Is it really all that black and white? All that obvious?

Then what of the ever-so-famous "mixed signals"?

Once again, I promise, entirely hypothetical.

Dude. Company party tonight. Two words: Open Bar. Sometimes I fucking LOVE my job. Things are very happy now there. Very happy. I had a damn fine time, couldn't have been better. Well, maybe if I hadn't had to drive home and I could have drank a little more. For free. 'Causea the Open Bar. Yeah.

I realized tonight: just because one evil girl is evil to me in all her evil little ways doesn't mean the rest of the company doesn't like me. I got some damn fine applause when I was given props for putting the party together. More props than anyoen else who was given props. Props. (I really felt I was saying "props" too much, so I decided to say FUCK YOU to the MAN and say it more).

The evil girl at work and I maybe had some good times together tonight. Let's hope we can be cool, because it's just not worth it.

I was pulled up on stage to sing tonight. The band (bass player: Rob, Cust Support Mgr and Rock Star who would have my heart if he wasn't married with 1.75 kids) chose the song. Oh yeah fuckin' Me and Bobby McGee. It was Me and Forgetting the Words, but once we got to the lala's it was smooth-ass sailing from there, little chickita bananas. Good times. One of the two Bossmen played some bass and the other sang Johnny B. Good. And played air guitar. (Gump. I'm serious about that. As long as you know...)

I'm looking up one two three four five lines and I see "good times" which I had to have written within the past 60 seconds. I don't remember writing it.

DUDE Corey Feldman was at the party! Well, I mean, I THINK it was Corey Feldman. It sure looked like him. SO COOL though!

I won the "Who sang Total Eclipse of the Heart" game. Like I could lose that game if I tried.

Today my sister sent me something she Saved On at SavOn Drugs. I'll scan some of it and upload it here, but suffice it to say it couldn't be more Violet if it tried. Well, maybe a little more.

On the way home, near the mall I saw an accident which had to have happened moments earlier. It was 2:30 and a car was perpendicular to the road, having SUH-LAMMED into a fire hydrant. There was water rushing all over the road and a young woman walking briskly away from the accident holding a napkin up to her nose and a cell phone up to her ear. I passed the situation, then turned around and went back to see if she needed help. She said she was on her phone, help was on the way but thanks, and I think maybe she was a little out of it. I said, quite stupidly, "um, you're bleeding." She said she knew and that she had a tissue. But thanks.

I have to get up in an hour and a half.

Tomorrow, I don't know if I've mentioned this, but tomorrow, the BioDad comes for 3 days before he moves to Ireland. I'm taking the 3 days off work (one job if not the other) but i'm going to class tomorrow night.

OH AND CLASS! AWESOME! Audio Production. Cutie professor. Can't be a day older than me. Okay maybe a couple days.

Good night. A damn good night. I want more of those parties. Way fun.

Answer my question.