Love to the front

Last night I had to work at Reilly's for my corporate masters. I don't think I've been to Reilly's (aka the worst lit bar in the world) since first year, and with good reason. Knowing that I wouldn't want to spend the pub night alone, I decided that I needed company. And who would be better to walk down memory lane with than my first year residence partner in crime, Court?

As for Dayn, he knew someone else there and just felt like it was a double-fisting kind of night, so he came out to play.

Courtney was really excited to watch all the first-years in action, groping and stumbling drunkenly through the bar. It was pretty painful to watch.

I was provided a running commentary on the scenes as they unfolded. "You know, you're kind of a bitch?" Dayn told me. For a second, I was worried, until he finished his thought. "It's pretty hilarious."

Oh, and Court kept trying to make out with me. As usual.

This happens every time we go out.

And honestly, how would you react to this face coming in for the kiss?

She usually wins me over in the end.

Oh, who am I kidding?

I love Court.

Our love is actually getting a little bit out of control. By the end of the night, we were dancing in front of the stage in front of the dance floor area, where we had room to actually move around. I don't think either of us really realized until last night that we actually have established dance routines. We're awesome like that. We also blantantly laughed in the faces of the eight jabillion 18-year-old first years with fake IDs who were trying to pick us up.

Boys, what's with the pick-up from behind? Seriously, now! Here's a little lecture, y'all. Do not, I repeat, DO NOT attempt to pick up a girl from behind. This includes hanging around behind her back for 10 minutes in a hope that she might turn around. This includes tapping her on the shoulder from behind. And this, by all means, includes what I like to refer to as the "ass rape dance," which is the classic move whereas a random guy, usually wearing too much cologne and quite possibly sunglasses or some other gaudy and inappropriate accessory, comes up behind a girl and starts grinding into her ass in the hopes that this will light her amorous fires.

Boys! Please stop this! In what other social situation would you approach someone by rubbing yourself against their ass without so much as saying hello? Seriously, now! Inappropriate! (Recommended reading: The Game by Neil Strauss.)

After one too many drinks, and one too many guys trying to pick us up, Dayn decided that it was time to pack 'er up and go home.