From BD to BFF

Since I last posted BD (bad date) has practically become my new best friend. (Yeah, I am still a little unsure how I pulled that one off too.) The short of it is that after telling me he didn't think we would 'date well' - I know - ouch, we agreed that we got along alright, hung out both nights this weekend, and have been in pretty close contact this week.

Overall, the weekend was pretty amusing, but I don't think I can do the whole thing justice, and since you probably don't have the patience to read all about it, I will just shoot for an excerpt - Friday night. After partying for a few hours downtown, my friend Elle and I ended up meeting up with BD and his roommate late Friday night/early Saturday morning at a club. They had also been drinking for a while. Hilarity ensued. (See, I am so right that alcohol needs to be involved a little bit when first getting to know someone). It was pretty close to last call by the time we got there, so we were only in the club for a half an hour or so. Just long enough for introductions, boring background questions and a more interesting debate about the appropriateness of one friend sticking his hand down another friend's pants to find out what type of underwear she was wearing. (Ok, so the discussion didn't actually happen until after the incident had taken place.)

After the club closed, we hung outside for a bit watching the tourist family that had multiple children under the age of five out and about at 2:30 am. (Appalling, but unfortunately not all that surprising here.) Elle then agreed to drive BD and roomie to the resort they were staying at in a nearby town, despite the boys insisting they could hitchhike their way home from anywhere. This knack for being able to hitchhike was mentioned so many times during the ride that at one point I think Elle seriously considered dropping them off on the side of the road to let them fend for themselves. Fortunately for them, it was very foggy out and I think she would've felt bad abandoning them on the highway in low visibility weather. Not long into the ride BD fell asleep, but not before he discovered Elle's fuzzy scarf and amused himself by wrapping it around the rest of us, including the driver, which I pointed out, was very dangerous. (After a few drinks I sometimes become Safety Syrah. This is a beneficial trait when you have a college roommate who is prone to accidentally lighting your house on fire.) Another dangerous moment was when roomie reached from the back seat over Elle's head and tried to prove that she had radio controls on her steering wheel. She didn't, which is what she had said when he asked her. It was amazing that we arrived at the resort in one piece.

At the hotel, the boys offered us a hotel room (complete with a guarantee of not being molested). We declined and said our goodbyes. This time I got both a full-fledged hug and a really hard smack on the ass, while being told, "I said we wouldn't date well together, but that doesn't mean we wouldn't do other things well together." I then decided it was time for me to go home.

The next morning I got a phone call from BD (who thinks this should stand for Big D...yeah) pleading with me to come pick him up and drop him off at his car. I was successfully bribed with the promise of a bagel. The bagel gets me every time.