Thursday shaped up about how I thought it would...FREAKIN SWEET!
It was great going out with Joel, JR and Grant. The key to going out I've found is to go out early so you can get a couch to sit on at Headline. If you don't, you're stuck body to body with people downstairs at the bar. It's much more fun to watch people body to body at the bar. The highlight of the night for me was JR getting so hammered that before he fell asleep he told me that he hated the NBA because "hundreds of years ago our ancestors gave all their money to these guys and they got greedy." I also got my first taste of Club Platinum. Basically it should be called Club Sweaty Basement. Nothing special, basically a place to try and impress people by wearing something really trendy and show off your dance moves you learned from watching the new Lil' Jon video.
We ended up picking up Brad Baldwin along the way. A plus that he drove, since we all walked. Although getting 5 grown men in an '97 Mercury Lynx (a poor man's Ford Escort) was comical. Was about the second most uncomfortable I've ever been in a car, trailing only the time that Steve, JR, Joel and I were cruising in JR's Mom's Volkswagon Cabrio that had a license plate holder saying bluntly, "I hate Barbie, that bitch has everything." Felt very uncool that night.
Rachel and I went to Lincoln City for the day today and ate at Mo's. There's something great about being able to just head to the coast for the day. It's something a majority of the country can't do. I get a very good feeling eating my lunch watching seagulls fly over the ocean.
I went to a women's basketball game tonight. OSU lost by 20. I came home thinking "the men's games are more fun to go to because they're competitive." Checked the scores: The men lost by 25. So much for that. Usually when the game is a snooze, I can watch the cheerleaders and at least get some enjoyment out of the game. But I noticed something today...the cheerleaders look disgusting. They're really short, no curves, and they look like they could wear a LIVESTRONG bracelet around their thigh and it still might be loose. It's like watching a UNICEF commercial out there. No wonder those athletically challenged male cheerleaders can fling them around with ease.
Darius Miles got benched by the Blazers for calling his coach Maurice Cheeks a racial slur. These guys call each other racial slurs for fun, don't they? I was under the impression that it was socially acceptable for people of the same race to playfully refer to each other by racial slurs in an attempt to trivialize the damage that the word can inflict when said by someone of another race. So basically, if you say a racial slur in a moment of anger, it's bad. If you say a racial slur with a smile on your face, it's ok? I'm confused.
That's all I've got for now. Remember, absence makes the heart grow fonder. Unless your heart is absent for too long....then you die.
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