[Me, Hoadley, Varn downtown at unnamed major coffee establishment, sitting outside]

Random guy: Hey are those orange mocha frappucinos?
Me: Uh...no. Good try, zoolander.
Random guy: [points at me]



30 seconds later.

Random guy #2: Hi my name is [blah blah blah], what's yours?
Meghan: It doesn't matter, we were just talking about getting married.*
Random guy #2's buddy: Haha oh really? That's cool.... Can we have your numbers?
Laura: No
Meghan: No
Me: Yes. [makes up fake number]
Rg2: So how do y'all know each other?
Meghan: We're all music majors.
RG2: Oh cool! So what are your majors?
Meghan/Laura: ...... music.
RG2: [slaps himself in the head...seriously]
Me, Varn, Hoadley: [try not to laugh but end up laughing awkwardly]
RG2 & buddy: [sense awkwardness and walk away]



20 minutes downtown, completely cut down three guys. I should write a book on how to be single. But I mean, come on. I freaking rock at it. Also, something about Laura, Meghan, and me downtown creates the most random awkward stories. Please reference "Hit and Run Pirate" incident of spring 2005.



*Note: The three of us are actually not getting married. Do not be alarmed. This statement was meant as a decoy, to deflect crazy random guys. However they completely missed the deflection.




Puppy sitting tomorrow. Go (little bitty) dawg.