November 6, 2004
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I’m begining to think this girl from in the training class might like
me. She laughs at all my jokes, even the stupid ones (of which there
are plenty) and has complimented me about my looks. Work was pretty
boring yesterday, although I do think I might have gotten the name of
the hot guy. He looked so great yesterday, with his jeans on and his
baseball hat on. What a cutie.Last night, the plan was to go to the Ditka Dome to throw some
beanbags. I picked Dave up at about 6:30ish and first we headed over to
Steve’s house to wait for Scooty’s phone call telling us that he was
done with his date and everything. While at Steve’s, he and Dave went
on and on about work and shit I didn’t care about, but pretended to be
interested. Eventually, the conversation turned to politics. Dave was
saying that if a woman ever became president, he hopes she would be
assasinated in office because a female president is a sign of weakness.
Sometimes, Dave is such an ass. I spent some time trying to figure out
why he is so conservative and why he is stuck in the 1950s. He is not
relgious at all………..in fact, he didn’t even have a religon
growing up and still doesn’t have one. His parents were never
interested in politics either. He is a smart guy and if you didn’t know
about his politics, you would think he was a liberal, but that is just
not the case.We were just about ready to pull out of the driveway of Steve’s house
when he yelled from the door that his wife would be home any minute and
he would be able to go. We walked back to the door and there was a dog
on the step. Steve’s 3 year old son Colin was right inside the house at
the door, and neither Dave or I knew if this was Steve’s dog. We
hollered for Steve, but he didn’t hear us and was getting dressed. So,
we asked Colin if this was his dog. He said yes, so Dave let the dog in
the house. A minute later, Steve said “where did this dog come from?
thats the neighbors dog.” OOPS!We arrived at Ditka’s about 9:30. I thought there was an enterance on
the side of the building, so I parked there, but it turns out, there
wasn’t and we had to walk all the way to the front. The place was
pretty cool. It was a meat market, as there were TONS of hot guys. I
couldn’t take my eyes off of a couple of them. The first game of
beanbags we played, it was me and Dave against Steve and Scooty. I was
on fire at first, and we jumped out to a 16-0 lead, and in a game that
goes up to 21, you would think that would be enough. But, we pulled our
best New York Yankee impression, and lost the game 21-20. We got our
revenege in stunning fashion the next game, and they didn’t stand a
chance. After that game, as a drunk Dave was getting ready to walk back
onto the beanbag area (there is a step to go onto it) he was babbling
on and wasn’t paying attention and tripped and fell. It was not even
that he fell. He also rolled. It was funny as hell. What a fucking
klutz. We played a few more games and then left and came home.
