Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Horrible first date

Okay. So I got this youtube video emailed to me today by my buddy Shep from Miami. I don't think even he knows how great this song is or it's significance to me. I couldn't stop laughing. Although there are other more important and sports related things to blog about, I had to put this up here. The BCS madness debate will begin later this week.

A couple of years ago, my buddy Bowman and his girlfriend decide to set me up on a blind date with one of her friends. She's decided for awhile which one it will be, because she thinks she knows my type. Although I was definitely attracted to the girl, not really my type, but I digress. Mainly because I don't think I could date a girl who couldn't put up with this song once in awhile. Maybe not the best idea for a first date....but here's the story anyways. High comedy.

So Bowman and I take the day off work; he was working for the Chicago Bulls, I don't remember what I was doing at the time. This was either spring of '04, in which case I, too, was working for the Bulls, or spring of '05, in which case, I was probably temping and officiating a ton of soccer in between sitting on my ass and figuring out what I wanted to do with my life. Either way, we got tickets to the second game of the year for the White Sox from our buddy Shipper, which happened to be against my Cleveland Indians. The four of us met at Bowman's apartment in Wrigleyville for a couple beers in the late morning/early afternoon and then Bowman drove down to U.S. Comiskular Field.

The girls were both wearing White Sox t-shirts (I remember the weather being very good for the first week in April, and I am starting to believe that it was spring of '05 now...) I was probably preppy, as usual, and may or may not have had my Indians t-shirt on underneath. Don't remember.

The day started off well. She was very attractive; had big beautiful eyes (seriously, huge,) a killer smile, was really short (a plus for me since I'm just 5'8") and had a tremendous body. She even had a "not normal" first name, Candace, which fits right into my typical trend. Seriously, I have dated the following: Lorien, Robin, Jeanie, Reese, Ivy, Mindy...I'm sure there are others that are evading me right now.

We seemed to be getting along great. Some random dudes were sitting behind us and talking with us for awhile. They were clearly trying to hit on her until she told them that she was with me. We had a few beers and some food at the ballpark, had some laughs, watched the Tribe come from behind and break the Sox fan's hearts and then decided to drive back up to Wrigleyville to get some dinner. On the way, we were talking and holding hands in the back seat.

Good sign, right?

We first went to Ginger's Ale House, a great little Irish soccer bar on Ashland, where we got some food and shot some pool. By this point, I'm thinking things are going pretty well as we've been flirty all day. Then I make my first mistake. Tai's.

It's still early and I know that my bartender buddy would be up there without much of a crowd. So the four of us walk down the two blocks and pop in for a few drinks. Turns out my sister is there and a few other people we know. We play some stupid card and trivia games on the little video thingy in the corner, shoot some pool and play some tunes on the jukebox. We're having fun, being silly, and I'm pumped up after a big Indians win. So after getting through the usual Dave Matthews, Billy Joel, etc. I play this song.

Date over.

3 Comments:

At 1:23 PM, December 05, 2006, Anonymous Anonymous said...

That video is scary.

 
At 4:53 PM, December 05, 2006, Blogger amberance said...

haha, I remember that! It was 05, because I lived here. Squig still talks about that.

 
At 10:27 PM, December 07, 2006, Blogger DixieBelle8681 said...

OK, I'll play too...it was Spring '05 because I remember we had just started talking right before this happened...

 

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