My Weekend

Via another humor website I visit I wandered onto a Havard girls sex blog. It got me wondering...what if I turned my weekend into such a blog?

Actual weekend: Nothing happens. Except I should mention I found out my new blanket is so static prone that at night I can run my hand under it and watch sparks flash. Entertainment concerns have been fixed for the next few months.

Revised weekend to gain internet fame:

Thursday: Deciding to take a break from school reading and law school applications I decide to actually leave the house. After a discussion of where to go, we ended up at a new place called “Blu”. I make sure we end up there as its the place where there’s an overly friendly, and super hot bar maid. I don’t remember anything that exciting happening, but I did wake up with a wooden coin in my pocket beckoning me to play pool, and the bar girls number. Aside from some good convo, I also found its now become a running joke between Jumpy & Miyuki of how long I can go without bringing up a certain battle between the Greeks and Persians. Apparently my record is 5 minutes.

Lesson learned: I need to replace the Six Days War and Spartans with new historical examples so people will want to kill me less.

Friday: Since I went to bed around 4am the night, or morning before, I wake up late and strangely hungover. I scramble to prepare the house for the reunion party for everyone that went to Jordan. I got Jumpy to help me cook the Arab food I’m going to make. Of note, Jumpy can’t stand raw chicken (he’s a neat freak) and I offer him a valentine (the chicken heart) as a hilarious joke when I’m chopping up a whole one for a thing called mansaaf. He doesnt think its as funny. The party largely sucks since its apparent we only all got along in Jordan since we slightly liked each other more than the scary Arabs. The Wii actually not only saves the party but carries like Atlas.

Lesson learned: Just becuase your in Asia doesn’t mean 1) youre actually friends, and 2) the girls you made-out with in Jordan were only attractive due to Camp Syndrome.

Saturday: It seems like its going to be a normal night, yet then I actually get a hold of the a fore mentioned super hot barmaid at Blu, Natalie. After we meet up where people are playing pool I forgo my disgust of being sick of Wii to invite her back for some tennis. Things go nicely as the night passes from late to early morning, and I get to touch boobs that should be encased in gold. (This touches into a story Im concocting about the Wii).

Lesson learned: A terrible weekend can be saved by a awe inspiring rack.

Sunday: Suspect I shouldn’t try my luck as the rest of the weekend probably turned out way better than it should have. Make plans for the next week.

Lesson learned: K-Fed’s rap in that one commercial sounds like any other rap. Music industry should be ashamed, if it had any morals.