Before Cathy, Jonathan, and I left for the big city on Friday, we stopped to grab a bite to eat. As we pulled in to the fast food restaurant, I put my blinker on to indicate that I was wishing to park in the open space on my right. A pretentious-looking late-middle-aged man decided that HE wanted the spot instead. People like this annoy me.
Once inside, the three of us were standing in line right in front of the aforementioned moron. Cathy made some comment and I simply replied “Well, at least you know how to drive.” plenty loud enough for the moron to hear. Cathy and JG looked a little taken aback, and Cathy asked if I felt better. I shook my head and commented “It’s just good that you don’t just swoop in and take people’s parking spots like some sort of pompous ass.” Their looks of taken-abacked-ness changed to looks of shock, and JG said: “See, that’s why you don’t take Yankees out in public, they’ll get you shot.”
Key Club Convention was somewhat interesting. It was good to get to see people and answer the requisite questions about my resignation. It seems that the line of crap that the International Board has been forced to issue about it just doesn’t jive for most people. Of course, you can’t very well expect them to say: “Well, our Director and President screwed up.” Especially when the President has managed to develop an ego the size of several small countries over the course of the year.
I drove back to Tuscaloosa on Saturday afternoon to prepare for the [Blount] Formal. Misty (a friend who hasn’t really been mentioned here often) was my date, and we doubled with [Abby] (who’s mentioned all the time) and Matthew. We had a good time, drank a litte, danced a little, and managed to be home by 3:00 or so. Abby and Matthew seemed to enjoy themselves for the first and last quarter of the evening. But all’s well that ends well, right?
Last time I mentioned a girl / date type situation here I was pestered for details. I had planned to scan a few pictures that Abby brought by… unfortunately my scanner boycotted scanning. We had a fight… it lost. So I’m going to buy a new one later this week. Then you’ll have your pictures. For now, however, you’ll just have to take my word for it: we all looked smashing. 
hmm- thanks for not mentioning the success that was the blount formal this year, pete– even if the music was a less than satisfactory…
Hehe… minor details Candice… I guess when you get smart college kids drunk they tend to want to hook up, and that\’s much easier to do with slow songs. Oh well… it was still fun!
… but of course, then there were those who were too drunk to really even hear the music-much less keep rhythm, and additionally those who were going to hook up on sheer determination alone
:) — not that I know anyone who got that incredibly tanked or anything 
fancy bracelets… i do remember setting myself up for it by saying, \”I showed him something that said I was 21\”- to which you replied, \”I BET you did\” hehe…The pics of you guys are great-
and I have a Lexmark 73 scanner/printer/copier- and I am really happy with it- it\’s just a bit big/bulky.
Yeah… frankly, I was AMAZED at how many Freshman and Sophomores are 21. I think there\’s some sort of \”hold-kids back a year or two in grade-school\” conspiracy going on here.
I somehow managed to finish my junior year and STILL not be 21.
Not fair!