D.T.S.B.

Ahhh... fellow WB's. This is a time for rejoicing. And no, the lord has not risen again to save all the christian scientists (sorry brickley), but I have fulfilled one of my lifelong goals, and almost two of my lifelong goals, all in one fell swoop. That is correct. I spent the night at the downtown Marriott, and I almost spent the night in the same room as Doug Barnbrook, and would have if he wouldn't have skirted out like a little girl who didn't like the presents at her birthday party.

A little context: I picked up a hot chick last night after sucking at bowling and also hanging out at the Knights of Columbus chapter Mishawaka. Okay, I didn't pick her up. I hit on her at the jukebox at Corby's. She then invited me and bauters to hang out with her friends angela and darren, darren being a black guy and angela being a decent looking chick who sucks donkey at pool. So, we hung out for a while and then it was time to go, but go, I did not. They wanted to walk back to said hotel, and I didn't think they should walk by themselves. So, I took Quinn home, but we didn't make it all the way there, ended up laying on our backs by that weird orange sculpture by the St. Joe River behind the Century Center and talking about how she majored in zoology in college and I majored in the second most useless topic after that: poetry. Then we ran into barnbrook and angela, who had the same idea.

Later, in the room, barnbrook put on his super-rappaport pimpness and tried to settle the score with Angela in the other bed, so Quinn and I went looking for the pool. It was locked. F that. We went back to the room to discover a big lump where two seperate people used to be. Assuming the best, I laid down on the other bed while Quinn went to change in the bathroom. Soon thereafter, Barnbrook emerged from the lump and said, I sh!t you not, "All right man, I've got to go." I gaped in slack-jawed wonder at him and angela did too and then her drunk ass passed out and then Quinn came out of the bathroom with tiny shorts on and jumped into bed with me. I tried to then pull a barnbrook, half-ass though it might have been, and she pulled me back into bed on top of her and made me promise to be good.

I wasn't.

The End.