October 3, 1999

We went to a get-together last night at the home of a friend that Jason works with. We dragged my friend, Sarah, along because the two guys that live in the house are single and looking, as it were. Dave and Jay are an interesting pair. Dave is 28, and quite a bit like Jason. He's into history, computers, and can be defined as a "nice guy," which he really hates. He's the "but I like you as a friend" type, and is starting to enjoy bachelorhood, which means the end is near for him. He enjoys the independence, although I think he desires a partner, too. He's also a bit on the conservative side when sober (although we had the chance to see him really let loose last night after several beers). He has an intelligent sense of humor, for lack of a better way to put it. His roomie, Jay, on the other hand, is 24, terminally goofy, into sports, South Park and Star Wars. He's liking bachelorhood, too, but for a different reason than Dave, I think. He's decorated their bachelor pad with a lot of random silliness such as a Noid (ala Dominoes) and Wakko, of Animaniacs fame.

Anyway, Dave made us a wonderful dinner of pork tenderloin and fresh green beans. We contributed potato and macaroni salads, chips and dessert. It was quite a feast. Ironically, in trying to describe Dave and Jay, I told Sarah that Dave was more conservative, generally speaking, and that Jay was still a little immature, comparitively speaking. Of course, they decided to switch roles last night, Dave drinking to excess and becoming quite silly, Jay not drinking, still silly, but not as much as I had seen in the past. It made for a lot of laughs, to say the least. At one point, Dave lap danced for Jay to Ghostbusters, which scarred Jay for life, leaving him rocking in a fetile position on the floor, sucking his thumb. There was also much quick-wittedness to be had by all, and plenty of great 80's music, including a very scary flashback to Color Me Bad's "All for Love."

We're planning a party of our own, to celebrate or first anniversary at the end of the month. We figure we won't need much entertainment with these two guys in a room full of single women.

One more thing... regarding that rant about strip clubs... further proof that my theory is correct. Dave was telling us last night that he is attending a bachelor party next weekend at a local strip club. He appended is comment by saying he has to be sure to get money out before he goes. We asked why. He said because although they do have ATMs in strip clubs, they charge $9.99 to use them. I gasped in disbelief and then asked him if he used it anyway. He said yes. Why? He needed more money for beer, but more importantly, to stuff g-strings with.

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