So I play pool nonstop, like a madman. It's crazy. I average 5 games a day, at least, but if you count days where I play 15-20 ... I probably actually average 10 games a day. Tyler Kirtley better look out if he knows what is good for him.
Tonight, I broke and sunk 2 solids and a stripe off the break. So, with the solid advantage, I go with it ... 5 balls later and my friend and fellow fraternity brother still hadn't even touched his cue stick! So I'd run the table, all that was left was the eight ball, if I sank that then Rishi would have lost without getting a turn. What happens? I miss. OK, no prob, I still ran the table on him. He sinks one ball, and then misses the next ... alright, eight ball is definitely in line, side pocket, BAM! yes ... but wait ... cue ball is slowly trickling ... trickling ... no stop ... NO! ... don't you fucking do it ... ok good, it's slowing down ... but not fast enough ... towards the corner pocket ... FUCKING DICKHEAD DON'T YOU ... ahh shit, I lost on an eight ball scratch. I ran the table, and lost on an eight ball scratch.
Hehe ... last night, Saturday night ... I decide to trust my roommate and go to an emo concert (ack!). Appleseed Cast. They actually had pretty good music, it didn't change too drastically between songs, and the singing blew (com'n, the guy was emo, and by all laws of logic would consequently have been robbed of the male genitalia) but I could definitely rock to the guitar. The opening acts were pretty good too. The first was Chin Up Chin Up, a local act that I really enjoyed. Next came Cougars, a band that luckily was energetic enough and entertaining enough to enjoy despite the singers screaming (instead of singing) vocal style. I also was seriously digging the brass, one trumpet and one sax, because they not only kicked ass, but danced like mofo's when they weren't tooting they tunes.
Friday night was gone greek night. Forgive me for going reverse chrono here. Gone Greek Night is one debaucherous (I just learned how to pronounce this word Saturday night! yay me) drunken seething roaring shouting mess. It starts like this:
I get all ganked out in my hot blue shirt (yeah, you all know the one) throw on gray pants and a blue sport coat ... swank. Borrow my suitemates tie, then, I proceed to cut myself in about nine individual places shaving. Two of the cuts are serious ones, taking some time to blot with a Kleenex, making me think I'm gonna be late and get yelled at. Yay me, I'm off to a great start. Then, I make my way over to a Lambda's room not too far from my own dorm, and proceed to be paranoid and ask everybody I see if they can tell I cut myself nine times shaving. This is what I do. This is what I get for trying to dry shave after a month of normal shaving, and cold/dry weather. Silly me. So then we go to Kappa Delta, our whole frat (the frats pair up with a sorority), and eat pizza ... fucking pizza ... oh well, this is supposedly better than hot dogs the year before
At Kappa Delta, I see Jenny Kim (a KD pledge), and she's nice at first, then pokes fun at my financial situation, which isn't cool in front of people I don't know cause it makes me out to be the asshole snob I’m definitely not, and things are awkward ... but no matter, a girl from my dorm was at the table, so I speak with her, and then out of nowhere they kick us out, cause I guess they were a little anxious to get drunk (see, all the drinking is done separately). A seriously short dinner, so no getting over newly acquainted awkwardness or anything of the sort.
So it's back to friend's dorm, four shots of vodka before I lose count, and by the way, I've yet to have vodka I've actually liked. I need to go home and sip some Finlandia or something (I'm ashamed to say I haven't had any yet). Then it's time for serenading. This is actually rather fun. Basically, we serenade the ladies while they sing songs back about being drunken succubi and shiat. We also have three roses to give to whomever we choose. I ended up with six by the end of the night (hehe). Our songs included:
Lambda Cabana. For example, this one might go "Her name was Ashley, she was a Theta, with yellow feathers in her hair ... :skip a bunch: at the lambda, lambda cabana" ... by the way, Ashley was definitely a hottie. Next came "my girl," which was the original lyrics unlike lambda cabana with the exception of changing my girl to the two syllable nickname of the sorority. Then comes growing pains, which we were told would result in wild screaming of teenage heart-throb sorority chicks, but had mixed results. Then we ended with "goodnight sweetheart, well, it's time to go." during this last one we get down on our knees and reach for a girls hand and sway with her. This is a lot like sex, except not in any way, shape, or form; nor physically, ideologically, metaphorically.
So the first house was theta, then I forget the order, but my roses went to Tiffany at Theta, Elena at Delta Gamma, Rachel at Pi Phi, Christina at A-Phi, one my hallmates Dina at Kappa Delta, and one of my other hallmates Stacy at Chi Omega. Somewhere in there was a hug from ashley at Gamma Phi.
So, it's back to North Mid Quads for 2 swigs of Rum, a Stroh's Light, and my second shot of peppermint schnapps for the evening. Then more paranoia about whether I should change or not, cause the evening event is not formal, but I look so nice and swanky, and so I remove my sport coat and tie, but soon after I arrive at the Best Western dance floor I decide it's best to untuck and roll sleeves. hehe. Yes, the Best Western dance floor ... it was back together with Kappa Delta and still shadiness from Jenny Kim (I don't think it's her fault, I'm pretty sure she was smashed) and us, pike, and delta chi were to fraternize (yes, that's corny) with Kappa Delta and Alpha Chi Omega.
For the first hour or so, I wasn't really having fun, because I hate dances, always have, always hated the music, but I was under the influence (sorta, my tolerance basically just means that I had a slight buzz after all I'd drank). So, an hour of being miserable, and totally awkward, and finally this girl asks myself and two brothers if one of us would dance ... the other two, older, wiser, and all knowing shove me and I'm off to the dance floor to ... well, dance like I never thought i actually could dance. Surprisingly, I wasn't too bad, and I had a good time ... and it kinda makes me wish I could do the whole gone greek night thing again, all over, and next time have a bit more balls and definitely a bit more alcohol. Although, Jeff Stone did get me a jack and coke later, which is one of my favorite drinks and definitely helped continue the evening, till they turned the lights on and Jeff Stone was prancing around like a fairy cause the bartender had small glasses and decided that when Jeff asked for a long island ice tea that he'd still put the five shots in and have barely room enough for a sip of the coke and even do this the second time when Jeff went back. but yes, jeff running like a fairy was fun.
And so gone greek night ended, and again i wish I'd could do it over just to make it even that much better (cause it was definitely a great night but not even as great as it could have been).
And with that, I'm going to bed, cause it's like 3:40 here and I have to get up at 8:00 for mournday classes, as I prefer to call them, and I didn't even have homework tonight I've just been working off and on writing this post, talking to people, and ripping mp3's for the past 3 or 4 hours.
Spork.
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