I could have danced all night!

But I didn't. As a matter of fact, I never really started dancing.

Last night there was a watch party for the football game. At halftime there was a dance party, hosted by the Adams Center RSA, primarily Richard. So, naturally, I volunteered to come help. Well, there wasn't much helping for me to do. Actually, I ended up leaving the watch party and then coming back for halftime just to go to the dance party. I realized how stupid that was almost immediately, so instead of dancing, I played pool with some other guy who I don't really know. Our skill levels were about equal, as far as I could tell (but I would never recognize it if someone was letting me win). Well, we each had one ball left on the table, when Richard came over and literally pulled me away from the pool table by the arm and onto the dance floor. And then he went and danced with the group of people he was friends with, leaving me standing awkwardly on the dance floor. After maybe 20 minutes of trying to convince myself to let loose--and failing miserably--I sat down on a couch while everyone else danced or watched the football game. Another promise of the party, was video games. Video games I can do. Video games I can, at the very least, watch without feeling totally awkward.

So that's exaclty what I did. I watched video games, then I played video games. And when the party was over I helped Richard and the other RSA presidents clean up and we carried some equipment back to the RSA office in Adams. After that, we just hung out in the office for several hours. It was a lot of fun actually, and I think we bonded rather effectively. We even had a discussion about how neither of us was ever nerdy enough for the nerds or cool enough for the normal people. Now, if that's not meant to be, I don't know what is. Moreover, I found out the he occasionally DM's for D&D (his friends ask him to because apparently he's a dick about it and it's fun), and he doesn't like Macintosh at all, not even the iPod. Squee!

And then today I overslept and was an hour late to work. I came in the door, said "I overslept. Do I still have a job?" and the manager who was in at the time said it was no big deal; everyone who was supposed to come in had overslept. I was actually the first non-manager to make it into the store. But seriously... whoops!