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Monday, May 23, 2011

DOOMSDAY…maybe next time?

Whelp, the end of the world came and went, and we’re all still here. Good thing too, because the apocalypse would have really ruined my super awesome weekend.

Friday Night:

In true Team Shitty fashion, it was a night of attracting creepsters, running into people 
who would be best left in the past, sending ridiculous texts that made little sense (even 
to the sender), and closing down not one but two bars while playing Erotic Photo Hunt. 
Some nights it’s like nothing has changed since college, and I’d prefer to keep it that 

Please refer to the following live tweets of the cab ride for what I consider to be a very 
descriptive synopsis of the evening:

Now that you’re all caught up, we have an issue at hand. Gedmin seems to think that she 
can usurp my awkwardness throne and take over my title. After reading the texts she sent 
Friday night, I have to admit that she has potential. I mean, ending every text message 
with a question mark (especially ones that aren’t questions) gives her a certain awkward 
flair that I didn’t anticipate. Well done, Gedmin? I’m looking forward to the competition?


Saturday Night:

You may be shocked by this, but I go to charity events for all the wrong reasons. As long 
as there is an open bar and entertainment, I wouldn’t care if we’re all raising money for 
zombie awareness. Entertainment, however, is in the eye of the beholder. I spent most of 
Saturday night being entertained by a mustache drawn on my finger and a bicycle helmet. 
(Doesn’t take much, my friends.)

Drinking for the kids! Please ignore my creepy red eyes.

Anyway, the event was to raise money for an organization where Alli volunteers. She’s 
definitely getting Raptured before I am. The night gets a little bit hazy after the open bar 
shut down (seriously, will I ever be mature enough to handle an open bar responsibly?
) but Alli did win a set of Beanie Babies in the silent auction – so really, everyone was a 

More photos to come once I steal them from the party pics website. Oh, stop acting all 
high and mighty like you’ve never done it before.

P.S. I changed my comment settings so even you non-bloggers (pfft) can comment now. 
So do it, aight? But remember – use this privilege responsibly. Let’s be safe out there.

P.P.S. Blogger is being all sorts of weird with spacing right now. I apologize if this shows up all jumbled or way spaced out.


  1. Beanie Babies? Really, Al? I hope these make an awkward appearance at a social event soon.

  2. i'm seriously crying right now from laughing so hard after reading this post. everything about it is amazing. i think "situationally awkward" is now getting added to my bookmarks bar, only one click away every time i open the internet.

  3. LEH, guess you figured out your wedding present. AND you could use as centerpieces for the reception. See, we all really do win.

    p.s. Love the photo, Janer!