Best Wednesday Ever

Wednesday night was pretty...pretty....pretty...good.

Me, Jared, Lim, Rand, Tony, and Tony's roommate started the night at Dunbar's with at least three rounds of group therapy. Nerdwin, her South American lover Pato, and Kimba arrived shortly thereafter. Unlike the last trip to Dunbar's that led to Jared chugging a glass of kamakziis, and staggering home alone -- the amateurism of the night climaxing with the desertion of Lim in college town -- this visit was not a traveshamockery.

Five of us played an excellent game of photo hunt lasting somewhere from 6 to 10 photos: it was a dollar well spent. Our time at Dunbars ended after a rousing singalong to bohemian Rhapsody, and Kim's complaints to go to another bar, a pattern that would rear its ugly head again.

Johnny O's was as good as I have seen it during my many experiences in college town. The room was not oppressively hot, and the DJ wasn't playing music that would incite an 8th grade style grind train. You can only play California Love and 112's Anywhere so many times before it gets old. Tonight was different. We entered minutes before the best Don't Stop Believing redition of my life. The entire bar was cheering for the small town girl. Then, the DJ kept the intensity high, opting for what Rand Geiger calls the Best Singalong Song of our generation-- Counting Crow's Mr. Jones. At this point in the evening, my memory becomes hazy. We went to college town pizza and I called a cab. As the original group of six started leaving CTP for the cab, Lim made a fateful proposition to Katie "You guys can join our cab if you give me just one bite of your slice of pizza." The night was downhill from there. Katie, Kimbawhore, and Pato pilled in the van, and within 45 seconds of driving Kim demanded that the driver stop the car so that she could go look for her cellphone. After about a minute of commotion she realized that it was in her purse.

A few quick final notes:

In the cab Kim asked me to find out how much extra the cab ride would be from 613 to her house to which I replied "Its not going to cost you anything because you are getting out here"

When I saw an unnamed ex-girlfriend for the first time this semester who had just returned from Birthright, I yelled, "look its my little Israelite"