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Wednesday, February 19, 2003
I blog you!
Liz may have been the one with the most points, but Heather and I were the ultimate winner’s of our V-Day celebration. We went home with the best prize of all: Valentines.
In keeping with our resolution to celebrate every calendar holiday of 2003, Heather and I came up with the idea to have a V-Day celebration involving all of our single friends competing for points in a ‘Triple Crown’ Contest. Points were awarded for Best Dressed Guy/Girl, how many phone numbers you could collect, ordering ‘sexy’ drinks, completing the ‘dares’ that we had written up, and a whole mess of other things.
We wanted the evening to be about embracing your single status, and turning a holiday that can be depressing for singles into a fun time. In my opinion, we succeeded far beyond our expectations. The night was called “Tonight We’re Going to Make Love…Happen.”
Let’s talk about the scores.
Liz walked away with 121 points, mainly for collecting 22 phone numbers, and having them written up and down her arms (4 points a number), and receiving bonus points for grabbing some guy’s crotch (7 points). She also got creative points for her fake orgasm. And for making-out with ‘the crotch’ guy for the last part of the night.
DJ scored an impressive 48 points, making him the overall men’s winner by almost 30 points. Most of his points came from phone number collecting and the dares. He was also the group’s “Best Dressed Male”.
Scott was the group’s ‘Booby-prize’ winner with 20 points, even though Greg had 9 points, but we felt Scott put more effort into the night’s activities. (Heather and I both agreed that Scott could have put more effort into his ‘Kiss a bartender” dare.)
The rest of the scores were Melissa- 44 points (lots of PDA points, plus best dressed girl), Heather S- 28 points (9 dare points), Whitney- 24 points (8 dare points), and Heather M- 21 points (8 dare points, and best dressed girl). Rebecca had 4, but she left early, and Jeff, Jamie and Bob each had a handful, but we didn’t keep count since they came into the game much later.
Now along with the ‘dares’, collecting phone numbers and PDA points, Ultimate Points were given if you scheduled a date or went home with someone else. Heather and I stressed that the main objectives of the night were to have a good time, meet some new people, and not spend the holiday alone, but the unspoken goal was to get yourself a Valentine. This is where Heather and I finished in first place.
Thank you, Jeff and Jamie for making this one of the most unexpected and sweet Valentine’s Day’s for both of us. You guys rule.
And so do we.
"We're Very Good"
~Heather and Melissa
Melissa Wednesday, February 19, 2003
Tuesday, February 11, 2003
Whole Lotta Blog...
There is a lot to catch up on. For starters, Heather and I will not be returning to Friday night karaoke, do to the wait-staff’s outrageous accusations and the management’s inability to deal with the situation properly. Long story short: Heather sat at a table for a half hour without being helped. When she asked one of the bouncers what was going on, he went up to the waitress who was assigned to our section, and she told him that Heather could go up to the bar if she wanted a drink, because Heather doesn’t tip. Not only is this accusation untrue, it is unprofessional behavior and not a legitimate reason for refusing to serve a regular paying customer.
When we went to the management, we were told that ‘Sometimes she says things she doesn’t mean when she’s busy’. This is an unacceptable excuse for the waitress’s accusations, and a poor attempt at a resolution from the management. Therefore, we will not be returning to the establishment.
Moving on….
Did I mention that Heather and I have the New Year’s Resolution to celebrate every calendar holiday? Well that’s the plan, and so far we have celebrated New Years Day, Civil Rights Day, Australia Day and Ground Hog’s Day. This Friday is a biggie (V-Day), and the following Monday is President’s Day. (We’re Very Good). Each celebration is different, whether we are writing poems about the holiday, having a special drink (Sex with an Alligator), or having an all out bash. Ground Hog’s Day was our first party with a theme. We called it “Surrender to Your Shadow Self Day.” It was a female only party where everyone dressed in black, and we wrote dark poetry, played poker and told stories about times when we were ‘not quite ourselves.’ It was kind of like group therapy. We told stories about times we’d cheated, lied, stole, and were unfaithful. We all have a dark side, and we let it shine that night. What a blast.
We are getting ready for our V-Day party on Friday- it will be our biggest party to date. It’s being held at out favorite Mexican watering hole, and singles only are invited to participate in the games we have planned. I don’t want to say too much and give our games away, but let me throw a few things out there for you: Suck and Blow, Spin the Bottle, Body Shots and Lap Dancing. Sound like fun? E-mail me for more information, and I’ll ‘put you on the list’.
Backtracking….
Let me tell you a story about cake. Saturday night I went to a party with Liz. It was hosted by two of her sorority sisters, one of whom we were celebrating her 23 birthday, along with another ‘sister’ that was going to be there. Two birthdays, two cakes. There were a lot of girls at this party. Lots of screaming, giddy girls that were dressed alike. (I have no idea how Liz lived with 40 of them in her sorority house.) So it was a party. There was drinking, and eating, picture taking, drinking games, and some dancing. The guys that were there were either fraternity boys that went to school with these girls or boyfriends of girls.
(Liz and I decided that there weren’t enough boys, so we made some calls.)
Much later into the evening when there were more boys, more drunk people and a few passed-out people, a new group of boys showed up that most people seemed to know and like. I was sitting at the kitchen table talking to a friend of mine, when all of a sudden, one of the new boys smashed a piece of chocolate cake in one of the birthday girl’s face. Now, I don’t know if she instigated the act, or if he was just trying to be funny (or an asshole), but she turned around, grabbed a handful of cake, and reciprocated. 20 minutes later, the entire kitchen and five people were covered with chocolate cake. I ducked out of the kitchen to avoid being caught in the crossfire, but of course, Liz somehow got herself involved, and I, of course, was recruited to help her get the chocolate out of her hair, off of her face, and out of her clothes.
Mmmmm. Chocolate.
Melissa Tuesday, February 11, 2003
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