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McDude's Kind of CoolBirthday Party Conversations |
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� 2004-02-08 - 11:46 a.m. I had 4 invites last night for the first time that I can remember. My old lunch buddy invited me to a birthday party. The party was for a female friend of his that provided a rather humorous review of my first impression and refers to talkshow-host as my sidekick. I was invited by the dancer to another birthday party which is another story altogether. A co-worker invited me to a Texas Hold em Tournament. But I decided to attend talkshow-host friend�s birthday party. Not only was I invited to that one first but it also seemed like the best time. First we went to the Casino Boat in Elgin. I�ve been having nothing but great luck at this casino. Last year I won over 1000 bucks at the place. Last night my luck continued. I won 102.50 playing black jack. I reluctantly played the $25 tables again because they did not have any 10 or 15 dollar tables. I started with $100 bucks and was down to 25 bucks several times but battled back each time. It was time to quit once my money had doubled. What a rush it is putting money on the line then winning money. You could become addicted to something like that. I�d better watch out. After the casino we decided to get munchies at Chipotle. While we were waiting in line I was analyzing the Chipotle shirts they had for sale. The shirt has a picture of a burrito on the front with the word �empty� on the back the shirt has a picture of the burrito wrapper with the word �full�. I made the comment that the shirt should have a picture of your stool the next day with the word �Nostalgia�. Talkshow-host said, �Filters, McDude, Filters�. Then we went to the party. At first it was one of those 15 people in an apartment sitting on a couch parties. Then my roommate�s ex-girlfriend arrives. She says, �Everybody listen up!� and proceeds to tell a long drawn out story about some woman�s exposed nipple on a beach. That seemed to get everyone going. I was soon in multiple conversations about athlete�s foot, threesomes and my roommate�s antics from earlier in the day. I did not know many of the people at the party, but there was one girl whom I had not met that really caught my eye. She had short blonde hair and reminded me of the girl with short blonde hair from Dawson�s Creek. The one who was forced to live with her grandmother because she was sleeping with to many guys and doing to many drugs. Finally my roommate was talking with her so I had my in. I was introduced and she said her name was Pamela only with a j, pronounced Jam EEE lah. Yes she was Caucasian. How someone winds up with that name is beyond me. She�s a nanny and just finished her associate�s degree at 24. Maybe she�s more like the girl from Dawsons Creek than I thought. At this point in the evening my mouth was running without any filters at all. And what do you know I didn�t even scare her away. We had a long conversation about casinos, being a nanny, Germany and Threesomes again. This guy entered in our conversation and said something like, �I only have one dick so I can only pleasure one girl at a time.� I returned with �You�re not being very imaginative!� Jam EEE lah was quite amused with my answer. Score! It is always a successful night when members of the opposite sex appreciate attempts at humor. Yesterday my roommate was in rare form. Nearly every dish in our place was sitting on the counter dirty and both trashcans were over flowing. I get up and start cleaning while my roommate laid on the couch complaining that his head hurt. As soon as the place was cleaned up he suggested we go work out. I didn�t make any smart comments about how his head hurt and went to work out with him. I decided to punish him by making him watch Soul Train on the TV. So I was working on the Stairmaster next to his treadmill. Something happened while he was running and he lost his balance and had to jump off the treadmill. Instead of gaining his balance he decides to act cool and try to hop right back onto the treadmill. He takes about three steps before he�s running parallel to the ground. I thought he was going to fall flat on his face on the tread but he managed to fall on the ground and gain his balance. I was laughing so hard that I had to stop. Later in the day he comes out of the shower wearing one of my towels. I don�t understand how he got one of my towels since we have separate bathrooms. Finally he broke my single pet peeve. He left a dirty dish in the sink full of water. Needless to say I had plenty to joke about with him at the party. Of course he always reminds me of the time he caught me weighing myself naked in the kitchen. Like that is justification for stealing my towel and leaving a dish in the sink. Thank God for my roommate otherwise my life might be a bore. Like this entry? Vote for me here!
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