They Can't All Be Interesting

This weekend has definitely balanced out the last two. It was uneventful and slightly boring.

Friday night, Kyle and I went to a Beta party, where we sat on a couch and watched people. Don't get me wrong, people-watching is probably one of my favorite things to do. I do not, however, classify it as exciting.

Through our observations, we come to this conclusion:

We feel sorry for guys who can't dance well.

We feel sorrier for girls who can't dance well.

We feel even sorrier for girls who think they can dance well but can't.

We feel sorriest for the guys who get stuck dancing with girls who think they can dance well but can't.

Then that got me thinking. What if I am one of those girls? I think I'm a pretty good dancer, maybe a little too sexual at times, but good none the less. But what if I'm really just making a huge fool out of myself or, even worse, making all the boys I dance with feel incredibly uncomfortable? I guess there are worse things. Right?

One thing I am very thankful for is that Kyle is a pretty good dancer (I would say excellent, but on the off chance that he might read this, I don't want his head to get any fatter than it already is.) Dancing is one of my favorite things to do (right up there with people-watching) and it really sucks to date someone who is not good at it.

Now we digress back to the main topic of this post: the happenings of the weekend.

After we had done all the people-watching we could handle in one night, we resorted to the one thing that always makes a night good--D'Leons. As usual, it was delectable.

Tonight, I didn't really do anything. Kyle, Metta and I watched three hours of shows on illegal drugs on the History channel. They were very interesting and confirmed my belief that weed should be legal, but again, not exciting. After that, Metta went to see her new gentleman friend, and Kyle had a date with the first love of his life--video games.

I was actually really excited to have a night to myself. I had, and still have, a ton of shit to get done for next week. Unfortunately, I didn't end up doing any of it because the other Kyle had gotten really wasted and needed me to take care of him.

Let the good times roll...

Here are a couple of pictures of my roommate, Elizabeth and me before Kyle and I left for our night of people-watching:


Naughty...


Or Nice?