So last Friday night was a good night. Jason Hedrix and I managed to get some last-minute tickets to the Twins home opener (which unfortunately, we lost). And then went to what turned out to be a pretty fun party (Marcus and Julie’s not really St. Patrick’s Day anymore party).

As we were leaving downtown, Chad called me and tried his best to encourage us not to come to the party because there weren’t all that many people there and he was heading downtown. I assumed (correctly as it turned out) that this meant there wasn’t anyone left at the party for him to hit on/flirt with. Gotta love Chad. We made it to the party, hung out for a while, had a couple drinks, played some Dance Dance Revolution and were almost ready to go… but it was only around 11:30. People were starting to trickle out around this time and our lovely hostess (Julie) seemed to think this made her party look bad, or old or something like that… which it wasn’t. But in any case, she decided it would be a good idea to start some drinking games to keep people around.

I wasn’t in much of a mood for drinking games, but Julie followed her statement of intent with a statement saying this and that person were up for it. One (or maybe two?) of these people just happened to be pretty attractive women, and so staying a little longer didn’t seem like such a chore anymore.

All in all there were about eight of us who stayed and played some quasi-drinking games for about an hour or two and we all managed to get if not drunk at least pretty tipsy. This led to a number of interesting conversations. I could go on and on recounting what I remember, but I’ll just include a snippet of one conversation that stuck out and let you imagine the rest. This is prolly not completely accurate, but to the best of my knowledge anyway..

Girl: I better be getting back to the Grove
Me: You live in Maple Grove?
Girl: Yeah
Me: So do I! Where do you live?
Girl: Off of 95th
Me: So do I!
Girl: Do you live past the Target?
Me: Yeah!
Girl: Do you live in Centennial Crossing?
Me: Yeah!
Girl: No way, I live on the other side by Open Door!
Me: So do I! What street do you live in, do you know where Comstock Ave is?
Girl: Yeah, I live on Comstock!
Me: How far in?
Girl: About four units.
Me: No way! I live right off 90th! Wait a second! Were you in your driveway washing your car a couple weeks ago wearing really short jean shorts?
FYI – Her house is about half a block away, straight in back/front of mine
Girl: Oh my God yes! Except they weren’t jean shorts, they were short black shorts…
Me: Gotcha, black, yeah, I was coming home from work and I told my friend that I just drove by a really hot girl wearing short shorts washing her car…. you’re my neighbor!
Girl: No way! Awesome.
Me: Yeah, awesome!
Girl: OMG, I usually change with my shades open, do you think the neighbors mind?
Me: Thank you for that piece of information
Julie: She’s dating some dude named after some narcotic (paraphrase)
Girl: I wouldn’t say we’re dating
Julie: Yes you are. ck is the nicest guy ever. ck, isn’t she really hot?
Me: No, Hed is the nicest guy ever, I’m really an asshole, but yes, she’s really hot.
Julie: Yeah, but she’s dating this guy
Girl: I wouldn’t call it dating
Julie: Yeah you are
Me: How many dates have you gone on?
Girl: 12-13
Me: Yeah, you’re dating
Girl: Not really
Julie: Yes you are

This led into a lovely discussion about what the definitions of dating are… as well as other more serious and less serious topics… until about 3:30 when we all headed home (and to let you know, I -do- know the girl’s name–we’re neighbors after all–but out of courtesy I left it off.) It was just a really fun night. It was great to see Marcus and Julie (And Josh Sommer) again and just hang out with random people I’ve never met before (which usually, I don’t like doing)

Anyway, back to work…