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Complex Numbers #708687 added October 17, 2010 at 9:30pm
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I can TOO be social.
In my ongoing effort to be less of a reclusive geek and on the theory that living well is the best revenge (for being dumped), I've been traveling and going out more, lately.
So, last weekend (it's been that long since I wrote in here), my friend and long-ago girlfriend, Nicole, asked me if I wanted to go to dinner at the Melting Pot with her, her kid, her sister, her sister's two kids, and their parents. N's the only one who lives around here; everyone else is visiting.
Now, I'd met N's parents before, when we were dating. You don't forget things like dinner at the Ritz Carlton in Boston. I always thought they were pretty cool, though N doesn't get along with them all that well. Never met the sister (Denise), but to hear N talk about her, I was expecting horns, hooves and scales.
That turned out not to be the case. In fact, she was pretty hot-looking, and, as is rare for me, we immediately clicked. She even appreciated my puns, which is rare.
Ended up ditching the kids at the parents' hotel, and I went with D and N to the local brew pub, where we watched a bluegrass band from one of the couches (the tables were full). So there I was, sitting between two sisters, my arms sprawled behind them, gathering Looks from passers-by.
It's the little things in life, you know?
My friend, Mike, who's renting from me for a few months, recently got himself a girlfriend, a girl he met who was working at a coffeehouse (direct quote from Mike from when he was hitting on her: "I haven't drank this much coffee in... well, ever"). So apparently this girl, Shawna (which earned a snicker from me, though Mike hasn't read my Outer Banks erotica stories featuring a girl named Shawna), is a "derby dame," someone who does roller derby.
Anyway... she told Mike that at a local club Saturday night (yesterday, not a week ago... do keep up), they were going to have...
get this, now...
Sexy Zombie Jello Wrestling.
Meaning: Girls (some from the derby, some not) dress and make themselves up as zombies, and wrestle. In a tub filled with Jello.
Part of me was appalled at this, which clearly sets back the feminist movement 50 years. The rest of me tied and gagged that part and left her in a dark room to contemplate her error, then went to the Sexy Zombie Jello Wrestling.
So last night, I watched scantily clad zombie women Jello-wrestling, and I finally got to meet Shawna (who had a cast on her arm and thus, sadly, didn't wrestle).
Then, today - I missed it, because it would have involved getting up at 7 am, which I don't do anymore for any reason short of catching an airplane to somewhere - they had a Zombie Run. This was a serious 5k run which people signed up for for some cause or other, but what they didn't know was that they'd be running...
...while being Pursued By Zombies.
This would have been good training for the inevitable zombie invasion, but as the zombies didn't have to run the entire 5K, they had a significant advantage as they lurched, well-rested, out of the crowd and grabbed the runners, who from that point on had to become zombies as well.
Brilliant. Fucking brilliant.
So I had brunch with Mike and Shawna today, and they told me of this event, and I almost wished I'd gotten up at 7 am.
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