The Weekend

While I'm still not really into the whole Halloween, dressing up thing, I do enjoy going out and looking at the "costumes." To be clear, I am all for women dressing up (or undressing, actually) in sexy garb for the holiday. I encourage this behavior for Halloween. Actually, I encourage this behavior generally. If a girl can put on lingerie and a set of wings and call herself a Victoria's Secret angel in October when its cold outside, then I don't see why she can't do the same thing in August, or September when its warmer.

While most of the costumes were pretty creative, a few stood out (for better or for worse):

The Home Wrecker: typed in the same style as The Home Depot, I thought this was really cool
Super-absorbency and Flow: don't think too hard about this. Pretty funny nonetheless (and it has to be if a guy is talking about it)
Steve Irwin: this is why I mentioned "for worse". This guy mounted a stingray on his chest. Very bad taste. I think he even had the fake Australian accent to boot.

I don't anticipate going to 6th on Tuesday (the actual Halloween day), but we shall see.

The rest of the weekend was pretty sweet. Texas came back from a 21-point deficit to win (sorry DA), but didnt move up in the BCS.

I also came pretty close to cussing out an intramural referee. In what was by far the worst officiated game I've ever been playing in, our coed flag football team lost. I'm still super, ultra pissed about the game, but I'll take my agression out in the gym this week.

Ok, thats it.

Saturday Night in Austin, Texas

In the second part of a post-midterm drinking double header weekend, I went to 6th street last night. As was usual, I went to 6th street with friends from grad school and friends from undergrad. As was also the normal case, we all drank a lot. Jaeger bombs, beers, jello shots, the usual.

A visit to the club Spill is becoming more of an occurrence during nights on 6th. There's dancing undergraduate girls, good drinks (and pretty decent service, too), but it's crowded as all hell, so it makes for the perfect last-stop/last-resort/if-you're-gonna-hook-up-but-don't-know-who-with-yet-then-go-here kind of place.

Spill was great, but its two events that ensued my trip to Spill that I'd like to highlight. One these is fucking infuriating. I'll be blunt: I'm sick of getting hit on by unattractive girls. Seriously, look at who I roll with, look at my style and make some assumptions. Look, I'm not a vain guy at all (you all know this or should have figured it out by now). In fact, looks mean less to me than they do to most other people. But I'm gonna fuckin lose it the next time a busted girl comes up to me telling me she like how I look, "thinks I'm fly", wants my number, etc, and then tells me she has a 1-year old at home. I don't care. Don't talk to me!!

Second, and this is kind of funny, but I've been reintroduced to the concept of "strongarming" a girl. Remember I talked about this some time ago in one of my posts. Strongarming refers to the physical practice of "escorting" a girl somewhere by grabbing onto her arm. Harmless, right?

Wrong.

WRONG.

In what may go down as the most agressive deal closing (if you can even call it that) in Gulf Coast history, my friend Big EZ bypassed all small talk, flirting, and probably foreplay by strongarming his way to ass (Chinese style, for added strength) last night. Literally, this is how it went down:

2:56am: get back to Big EZ's place
3:12am: the girls walk in (aside: we hadn't talked to any of the new girls while on 6th, even though they were with us), and Big EZ starts making shots like there's no tomorrow...he's on a mission...
3:20am: I change into PJs...brother is weary
3:23am: KW's boyfriend locks her out of his room. He has to be at work at 7:45.
3:24am (28 minutes after getting back from 6th having not talked to these girls AT ALL while there): Kate is still trying to get into her bf's room, I'm watching TV, and out of nowhere I see Big EZ "coaxing" this chick into his room. The grip on this chick's arm was classic. It was going down. KW was drunk and emotional (why do girls get all pissy and start crying at the drop of a hat when they're trashed?), but EZ had bigger fish to fry. The story ends here. See diagram.


Important lessons from the night: they will come to you. Just wait.

Update

I promise to update this thing more often. I've had many requests to do so. People (apparently) like this thing. My life isn't that interesting (at least I don't think so), but if you do, then thats awesome. Ok, so brief update is:

Academic:
September: more classes, homework, studying
September: 20th-ish: Intel diversity challenge
September 26th: Atlanta for National Black MBA conference. Awesome time.
October 16th-20th: Midterms aka Hell on Earth

Social:
September - October: Got drunk, made more friends in my class, got to know others better
October 7th: Texas-OU weekend. Made the annual trip to Dallas. Stayed at Eric's parents. Introduced to the 80 inch HD screen. Fell in love with 80 inch HD screen. Negotiating access privileges to the residence.
September: met 19 year old at a power hour (yes, Chris does power hour). met 20 year old. Chris has problems meeting girls his own age. Clearly.
September: learned how to play flip cup. My life has changed.