Fighting the Unwitting Conspiracy

It is good to be home on the weekend after a full week of travel and bullshit. Being home, as humble as it may be, affords me the opportunity to reflect on life and relax in peace. Plus I can safely celebrate St. Patrick's Day with my friends. Unfortunately, my elaborate plans to enjoy jazz with one of my younger attractive co-workers, and then enjoy many drinks into the evening with her and my friends instead devolved something else. I ended up working late, putting down a few at Smyrna Market Village/Atkins Park, and turned into an obnoxious asshole before 10pm. Wonderful.

Of course, this is right about the time I am approached by a gorgeous thirtysomething blonde, who proceeds to rub me up and down and what not while I am waiting at the very busy bar - only to ask me to buy her three drinks. When I say sure and ask her for her cash, she tries to come off like I'm the asshole for not ponying up. Of course, I tear her a new one in front of everybody, take my friends their drinks - and the girl I brought with me is giving me that "I am getting ready to get out of her alone look." Lovely. After she leaves, I for reasons unbeknownst to me end up at Twisted Taco - and I soon leave when I realize I have no idea why I am there.

The upside to the weekend is that I am home, I founded my own religion, I saw the awesome film "V for Vendetta," and I found a great story that DutchGirl wrote about how she picked me up at Wash U. The story is pretty long, so just search for "Fraternity" and it should pop right up. If you can't read Dutch, use Free Translation to understand 95% of it. I don't know what a "dikke" is, but apparently mine is fat. It's always good to know that you are wanted somewhere.

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