Celebrity
Tonight was a night of random boys with funny names. I went out with my friend Susanne to a "think and drink" at Oslo's, which is termed dubbed by the MBAs to make getting drunk on a Thursday night seem like work. There is no thinking, but there is
copious amounts of drinking. Tonight there was also dancing.
I am somewhat of a celebrity among the MBA crowd (or at least Susanne makes me feel like one) I am introduced as the "reason she moved to texas" and lots of people are excited to meet me or know who I am when introduced as "Kristine". I am constantly
being introduced around, like i am an important person at a fancy party. Plus i am usually one of the only people not in "The Program" so that makes me more unique. Its pretty fun.
Some random guy names Ronald comes up to me and asks if everyone is an MBA to which I excitedly reply I am not. He starts up the Chat. He: IP Lawyer Me: Video Game developer. which gets me whisked off to a corner so he can ask me more questions about that. After 10 minutes of chatting, he asks for my number. With hesitation, I tell him to give me his. He says never mind and leaves. Which suits me fine since he did this funny nervous hand in front of mouth while talking thing that drove me crazy.
Later, while dancing to DJ Mel (it was pretty good. definitely of the generic bump and grind variety, but still quality work) I mention to Susanne that I think some guy nearby is cute. I forgot what my college friends do with that information. They march right over and let the guy in question know.
In this case, Susanne ripped him away from the girls that were flirting with him, tells his friend along the way that I think he's cute, and then we stand there looking at each other dumbly upon his confused arrival. Some dancing occurs. The friends re-arrange themselves on the dance floor to get us closer together. It feels suspiciously like 7th grade and I was hoping DJ Mel would kick in with some Digital Underground or Salt N Pepa or something.
This was not at all "my style".
After a bit, i get a name: Pamon, Payton, something with a P and a mon. We laugh about the guy doing a backbend into some girl's lap, gyrating his pelvis and lifting his shirt and playing with his nipples. She seemed to dig it. It was too painful to
pull away from.
We awkwardly dance a bit more. I get distracted by Susanne. He goes to the bathroom. I get claustrophobic, hot and tired so I leave.
My ears are still ringing. I smell smokey. And I'm glad to be home a little more entertained about single life than before.
copious amounts of drinking. Tonight there was also dancing.
I am somewhat of a celebrity among the MBA crowd (or at least Susanne makes me feel like one) I am introduced as the "reason she moved to texas" and lots of people are excited to meet me or know who I am when introduced as "Kristine". I am constantly
being introduced around, like i am an important person at a fancy party. Plus i am usually one of the only people not in "The Program" so that makes me more unique. Its pretty fun.
Some random guy names Ronald comes up to me and asks if everyone is an MBA to which I excitedly reply I am not. He starts up the Chat. He: IP Lawyer Me: Video Game developer. which gets me whisked off to a corner so he can ask me more questions about that. After 10 minutes of chatting, he asks for my number. With hesitation, I tell him to give me his. He says never mind and leaves. Which suits me fine since he did this funny nervous hand in front of mouth while talking thing that drove me crazy.
Later, while dancing to DJ Mel (it was pretty good. definitely of the generic bump and grind variety, but still quality work) I mention to Susanne that I think some guy nearby is cute. I forgot what my college friends do with that information. They march right over and let the guy in question know.
In this case, Susanne ripped him away from the girls that were flirting with him, tells his friend along the way that I think he's cute, and then we stand there looking at each other dumbly upon his confused arrival. Some dancing occurs. The friends re-arrange themselves on the dance floor to get us closer together. It feels suspiciously like 7th grade and I was hoping DJ Mel would kick in with some Digital Underground or Salt N Pepa or something.
This was not at all "my style".
After a bit, i get a name: Pamon, Payton, something with a P and a mon. We laugh about the guy doing a backbend into some girl's lap, gyrating his pelvis and lifting his shirt and playing with his nipples. She seemed to dig it. It was too painful to
pull away from.
We awkwardly dance a bit more. I get distracted by Susanne. He goes to the bathroom. I get claustrophobic, hot and tired so I leave.
My ears are still ringing. I smell smokey. And I'm glad to be home a little more entertained about single life than before.
posted by Kristine at
9:26 PM
1 Comments:
Sounds like a great night, I have been trying to plan one of those with my friends but work keeps getting in the way. But your story took me back to the days of partying, thanks!!
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