Back from Eugene…a decent trip. I adore that town, although I wasn’t quite in the mood for the raucous partying the weekend had intended for me. At Friday night’s slumber party, I think I was the only one who actually took the “slumbering” part seriously. Then last night Dre and eli played at some club called “Dante’s” downtown. It was a decent club for such a small town.

I got bored and watched two guys for half an hour. Guy #1 was obviously the alpha male, a cheezy blond with a big-ass gold chain around his neck and a black shirt on. Guy #2 was the lacky, the pencil knecked friend who laughs at all Guy #1s jokes, nervously holding a beer and adjusting the hem of his white shirt. The two of them stood in the back of the dance floor watching women dance and walk by, occassionally gesturing with their beers at someone who had a particularly nice ass, large tits, or suggestive dance moves. After first being sort of horrified by the cheeziness of these dorks (they weren’t even man enough to HIT on any of these woman or dance with them…they just oggled and snickered compliments under their breath), after a while I became sort of facinated by them.

They left their station and wandered over to the bar, and I snuck behind them, trying to look casual. I watched them some more, and then they wandered off to get a different vantage point of the dancefloor….and again, I followed.

At this point, I think I sort of freaked them out. And it was immensily satisfying:
“See how it feels, gentlemen? To turn around and realize the same person is lurking behind you, avoiding eye contact??”

Amusing.