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Sep. 24th, 2006 12:58 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
candylandZOMG I JUST GOT HIT ON!!
*pant pant* Okay, back up.
Last night, we had a stirring round of Music Scene-It...which we all royally sucked at, but had fun anyway. And is it kinda sad that I'm the only one who remembered the name of the original Hanson ablum? Anyone else remember Middle of Nowhere? ...okay then 8D
Anyway, tonight we played Apples to Apples. For those who have never played, it is a most AWESOME game. It works best with a group of about six to nine people, though, so you have to plan for it. It's also one of those games where you can start playing...and the next time you look at the clock, three or four hours have whizzed by. Lots of laughs are to be had.
Actually, I'll recount my favorite A2A story--the first time I played, I was the judge and the green card I had said sensual. So everyone dug through their red cards and played words that they thought would line up with the word sensual. I remember someone played leather, someone else played Paris (I think...), and then I flipped to the last card...and it read "giant squid."
I looked around the circle in shock. "Giant squid? How the hell is giant squid sensual?"
Ryann's response was enlightening: "Tentacle porn!"
...I gave him the point.
Anyway, so we had a pretty rocking game (and when "giant squid" appeared again, the point was immediately awarded, even though "giant squid" and "goody-goody" don't really line up). Around midnight, we broke it up after we'd been playing for a few hours...and had spent a little time watching the drunk people wander in and out of the suite across the hall.
No sooner had I gotten back to my room and gotten comfortable did my sister message me and ask if I wanted to go on a snack run with her. Fortunately, Burger King is open until two AM on weekends. So we went to swing through the drive-through. The guy took our order, etc.
And as he handed me our food, he said that he and his friends were having a party later--could he get my phone number, and maybe I could come? I smiled, said no thank you, and wished him a pleasant night (I was nice about it). And he smiled back, kinda nodded, and wished me the same.
And as I rolled up the window and started driving back towards the street, it hit me: I just got hit on.
THAT. NEVER. HAPPENS.
Seriously, I am not exactly God's gift to men...in any respect, really. My luck in the romance department has been nonexistant (leaving me with a very pessimistic view of the whole affair), and I have this awful mental condition that causes all my mental functions to cease when I am randomly flirted with, leaving me unable to sense the advance for what it is. So I look like an idiot.
I...argh...my...waaaaaaaah...*headdesks*
I'm gonna be an old maid someday...only without the cats...cats kinda tend to hate me...
*pant pant* Okay, back up.
Last night, we had a stirring round of Music Scene-It...which we all royally sucked at, but had fun anyway. And is it kinda sad that I'm the only one who remembered the name of the original Hanson ablum? Anyone else remember Middle of Nowhere? ...okay then 8D
Anyway, tonight we played Apples to Apples. For those who have never played, it is a most AWESOME game. It works best with a group of about six to nine people, though, so you have to plan for it. It's also one of those games where you can start playing...and the next time you look at the clock, three or four hours have whizzed by. Lots of laughs are to be had.
Actually, I'll recount my favorite A2A story--the first time I played, I was the judge and the green card I had said sensual. So everyone dug through their red cards and played words that they thought would line up with the word sensual. I remember someone played leather, someone else played Paris (I think...), and then I flipped to the last card...and it read "giant squid."
I looked around the circle in shock. "Giant squid? How the hell is giant squid sensual?"
Ryann's response was enlightening: "Tentacle porn!"
...I gave him the point.
Anyway, so we had a pretty rocking game (and when "giant squid" appeared again, the point was immediately awarded, even though "giant squid" and "goody-goody" don't really line up). Around midnight, we broke it up after we'd been playing for a few hours...and had spent a little time watching the drunk people wander in and out of the suite across the hall.
No sooner had I gotten back to my room and gotten comfortable did my sister message me and ask if I wanted to go on a snack run with her. Fortunately, Burger King is open until two AM on weekends. So we went to swing through the drive-through. The guy took our order, etc.
And as he handed me our food, he said that he and his friends were having a party later--could he get my phone number, and maybe I could come? I smiled, said no thank you, and wished him a pleasant night (I was nice about it). And he smiled back, kinda nodded, and wished me the same.
And as I rolled up the window and started driving back towards the street, it hit me: I just got hit on.
THAT. NEVER. HAPPENS.
Seriously, I am not exactly God's gift to men...in any respect, really. My luck in the romance department has been nonexistant (leaving me with a very pessimistic view of the whole affair), and I have this awful mental condition that causes all my mental functions to cease when I am randomly flirted with, leaving me unable to sense the advance for what it is. So I look like an idiot.
I...argh...my...waaaaaaaah...*headdesks*
I'm gonna be an old maid someday...only without the cats...cats kinda tend to hate me...
