Opportunity of a lifetime?

I just had what can only be described as a bizarre evening. Allow me to explain:

Our friend Desi was having her birthday party this evening, which I assumed we'd all be attending (we being the girls, Matt, Jesse and I). Turns out the girls weren't going to go, nor Jesse, and although Matt said he was going, he ended up backing out at the last minute (his excuse of being tired was valid, though, as he so gallantly raked the leaves on our lawn this afternoon). Needless to say, I was kind of perturbed that I was going to a birthday party where the only person I'd know would be the birthday girl herself, at some bar I didn't know how to get to, not mention that I'm not much of a nightlife person to begin with.

At any rate, I showed up at the club after calling Desi for directions, and thankfully was immediately greeted by Sean even before I got in the door. He was definitely a sight for sore eyes, as was I to him, I believe, considering that he was by himself and didn't know anyone besides Desi either. We sat there for around fifteen minutes before deciding that they probably weren't going to show up, as the party was to start at nine and no one else had arrived by ten to ten. I called Desi and discovered that she'd not been allowed in, so they ended up going to the Bourbon instead. We decided we'd bravely venture forth and arrived a couple minutes later, the Bourbon being just down the street.

Upon entering this fine establishment we were almost immediately waylaid by some girl that stopped Sean to talk to him. I figured that she was a friend of his. Apparently not. There were four of them, and the one that stopped Sean quickly introduced us to the other three, and invited us to pull up a chair and hang out with them. Apparently they were visiting from Seattle for the weekend. We respectfully declined, as we still needed to find Desi, but said we might come back and hang out later.

Sean and I then proceeded to do two laps around the club looking for Desi's party and nearly left when we still couldn't find it, but at the last minute we spied them at the very back of the club occupying a few tables. We went and said hi and then returned to the bar so Sean could order a pitcher. The bar happened to be directly across from where the Seattle girls were, so they grabbed us and got us to sit down. I ended up chatting with the girl that introduced us, who's name was Nicole, and she quickly laid down the facts for me: they were up for the weekend and looking for a good time. The four of them had developed some sort of point system for making out with as many guys as they could while they were out and it looked as though Sean and I were the next eligible indivduals to happen upon their little scheme.

The remainder of our time there was split between these two groups, the birthday party and the Seattle girls, with much innuendo being made towards me from two of the Americans. I was, to my credit, able to withstand the obvious temptation of making out with these random girls, who were, by the way, quite attractive, and not your typical bar-type sluts (I don't mean to be harsh, but I'm sure you know what I'm talking about). These girls weren't out to get laid, nor were they mindless club types. They were just having fun and wanted some non-commital make out. Now, for a guy like me, who has definite standards regarding not having sex, this seemed like the most fortuitous scenario that I could have been thrust into. But at the same time, there is a thoughtful human being within me, and for this reason I ended up being a square and foregoing all of many opportunties to make out with these random hot girls. The part of me that's most male is kicking me for that right now, but all in all I think I probably made the right choice. I mean, really, nothing particularly bad would have come from making out with these girls, but at the same time... I dunno. A person has to have standards, I guess?

Well, at any rate, that's my story. Opportunity of a lifetime? I think so. Man am I lame.

God is in the little things

I woke up tired this morning. I was tired all day. I was tired and in a bad mood this evening at the Stars concert (just ask Tiff). I declined the opportunity to go to a $100 music seminar for free this afternoon because I didn't feel like it. I didn't feel anything at all at the Stars show, other than perhaps discouragement at my own place in the futile nature of pop music. I left early with Jesse, who has to work at seven tomorrow morning, as he was kind enough to drive me to Brentwood station and save me a long train ride. I even had to ask him for a dollar, which he didn't have, because I only had one left after spending my other two for the ride out. Now I could have probably gotten away with not paying for the train ride, but I needed a ticket to get on the bus that takes me from the train station to our house.

And then as I walked up the ramp to catch the train, a girl approaching me asked if I needed a pass. Upon furter inspection, we both realized that we knew each other, and that, as a matter of fact, we'd both just left the same show. We chatted a bit and I mentioned that we're playing in LA on the 11th, to which she remarked that she'll be in LA at that time, so she's going to do her best to come. What are the odds of that, I wonder?

Don't get me wrong, I have absolutely no romantic interest in this girl. None. But it was nice the way things came together on that ramp just outside Brentwood station.

God is in the little things.