Go

The semester is over, life is winding down. I was finally able to spend some time with my family this weekend. Funny how those simple things become the most important to you when you don't have them. I've found that I enjoy spending more time with my dog than any bar here in college town. I can't wait till I get one of my own, a Siberian Husky, a Pembrooke Welsh Corgie perhaps, something, anything. I've always said this about dogs and I still stand by it: Dogs are great because when you come home, no matter how bad your day has been, they are there for you. All of the benefits of having a wife (minus the sex, obviously) with none of the headaches or wallet-aches.

I went to a Chris Cagle concert last night with Kris, who was very much hammered before I even go there. I'm not a huge country fan, but it's good stuff (especially with her). Earlier in life, I made a promise never to play cupid with anyone, especially people I knew, but I found myself once again giving relationship advice for Kris' friend. The bet was that she had to make out with our buddy, Matt, by the end of the night. She wins, the money in the pot and Kris would have to make out with me (not a bad wager in my mind), she loses, the pot is ours (I bet my last $2 against her). I don't think a bet needed to even be made. She (the friend) couldn't get the balls to kiss him, and Kris was kissing me something fierce. You have no idea the conflict that was in me at that time. I wanted to dismiss it all as the impulses of a drunken female (you girls get crazy with alcohol), but on the other hand, people are more truthful when intoxicated, so what the piss does that mean?! I kept telling myself "I'm her friend, her tear-catcher, nothing more." and it helps, a little.

Sometimes it's best to stay away, so go.