Give me some good beer, conversation, friends, and music and there is little that will bother me. I try to treat others as I wish to be treated and when I don't, I like to think I learn from my mistakes. I believe most people are trustworthy until proven otherwise. I'm a conversational snob. I have little tolerance for stupidity or rudeness. Common courtesy is one of the best traits one can have. I believe there is conversation that is inappropriate for the dinner table. I love running into people I used to know, but am always happier if I look cute when it happens. I think there would be much less ruckus in the world if brunch were a daily offering.

Friday, February 17, 2006

No Booty/No Call

There's something to be said for not letting people know where you live. I had some trouble getting to sleep last night. I went home from work, had dinner, watched some Olympics, then met Ryan and his friends out for a drink before heading home to get some sleep for what is going to be a pretty draining (fun, but draining) weekend. I got home around 1 am and went straight from the shower (ugh - smokers) to bed. I had just fallen asleep when I was awakened by the sound of persistant, constant knocking on my door at 2:36 am. I peeked out my shutters to see who had been knocking on my door for 10 minutes (I had tried to ignore it in hopes whoever it was would go away) and saw Ryan. I opened the door and he stumbled in. Given that he was too drunk to drive home, I offered him a place to stay for the night. After an hour spent warding off his drunken advances mostly while laughing at him, I finally got back to sleep. I would have been really mad but he was actually really funny, apologizing constantly and admitting that he was a complete "douche bag" a term I do not hear often now that I'm out of Junior High. LOL I sent him on his way early this morning without giving him too much grief considering he looked like death.
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