I hate to jump the gun on my weekend update, but my shredded memories of last night are teetering dangerously on the edge of the Void. After experiencing dual Philadelphia sport victories (there's always baseball) and a halfhearted attempt at playing beer hockey, we ended up inexplicably drawn to the Oasis. Burdened only with an ever-decreasing supply of 101 proof bourbon, I traveled to a surprisingly populated basement where I was complemented as a "real drinker" by a stranger. Gary and I manned the iPod and fended off ceaseless requests by foreigners for Nickelback.
Things begin to get hazy around this time, but eyewitness accounts say a girl used the age-old pickup line "what do you study?" on me and I left the party with her. This entire time I was experiencing a nagging feeling of incompleteness. We skipped the formalities and went straight into a deep discussion about the nature of being and the state of America. Time skips forward and I find myself sitting in grass, still talking about the concept of self and existence. Eventually, we part ways and I'm standing on a street corner in the light rain waiting to cross the street. The mystery girl comes running back to me and we kiss like it's a scene in a movie. It's at this time that I realize I haven't been wearing a shirt for the last hour and some kind of hard-wired emotional self preservation reflex kicks in and tells me to go to the B-Lud. Thankfully, the bourbon ensured that memory of any insults hurled my way for being shirtless were sloughed off into the Void.
This morning the lady at the lunch truck gave me a free banana and I watched Dirty Dancing.
Sometimes, life is BETTER than a movie!
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