Damn, you people write fast.
First and foremost, I have to ask a favor. I am looking for web animation (flash, stop motion, etc.) that's new, popular, etc. If you can think of anything that's caught your attention, please post your link below.
Now, on to my latest report. The "Lock and Key" event. Oh joy.
So, saturday night rolls around and it's time for my "lock and key" party. This is sufficiently freudian in that the women have little locks and the men must approach them with thier keys and try to unlock them. So, two hours of jam them in, turn, on to the next person...it was interesting to say the least.
There were a good mix of people, from 21 to about 55. I think it would have been much more enjoyable had it not been held in a shoebox. They changed the venue at the last minute to a "cute" [read: dive] bar in hollywood and it was just one long hallway. Now, pack 300 people in and get them to try and mingle while crushed up against each other. I passed out an entire pack of gum and I wished I'd had another.
The good:
Rusty. He was such a cutie pie. Sadly, he was only 24 and still in school. He's studying to be a sports psychiatrist, and he has darling glasses. It was all I could do not to pinch his cheeks. I have his email and shall contact him as soon as I remember to bring the info to work with me. (I hardly turn on the computer at home.)
Zac. The civil engineer. He seemed somewhat impressed that I am not a total moron. Yes, he gets points for that. He planned on meeting friends after the party, and saved me from car dealership man. I got his email as well, so we'll see if he would like to hang out at some point in the future. Huzzah.
No, there were no "across a crowded room" moments. I met a couple of cool people, so it could have been much, much worse.
The bad:
The guy looking for a greencard.
The Miami Vice white sport coat guy who tried soliciting me for his own "singlesmingles.com" craptacular dating thing. I'm not sure if that's the actual site, btw. It's something like that. I'm sure it also has something to do with redwood hot tubs and 8-tracks. Oh, yeah. He was totally "that guy".
The guy who asked me, "Why can't I get any of the hot chicks to talk to me?"
The ugly:
The guy who kept "accidentally" grabbing my breast instead of my lock.
The guy who offered to go home with me "if he didn't find anything better".
The car dealership guy (friend of Miami Vice) who regaled me with tales of his ex, who cheated on him, left him for a doctor, but was still in love with him. Then tells me how she broke up with doctor man because she can't stop talking about him but he's not taking her back. Then tells me how fascinating I am. (Haven't said more than "Wow, really?" or "Oh, that's too bad" Yes, I can see why he would think that.)
Then, as I'm trying to leave, he corners me (the event is over and I'm trying to find my valet ticket) and continues. I keep trying to extract myself ("wow. It's really getting late. I should go. Look at the time. Early day tomorrow.") When he even tries the worst possible ploy.
HIM:"You know, I work at a Mercedes dealership. I could get you a really good deal on a car."
ME: "Aw. Well, that's sweet..."
HIM: "No. I mean, a REALLY GOOD deal."
ME: "Um, well, that's nice..."
HIM: "If you had a trade in, maybe even a thousand or so. If you're willing to [I kid you not. He used air quotes] "work" with me."
ME: "Wow."
HIM: "Why don't you take my card. I could take you out one night and we could talk about it?"
This is when I saw my new best friend Zac. I started a conversation from across the room and stayed talking way later than I had planned on. Despite some of the crap, I had a good time for the most part. Also? I'm never EVER buying a Mercedes.
Now, on to my latest report. The "Lock and Key" event. Oh joy.
So, saturday night rolls around and it's time for my "lock and key" party. This is sufficiently freudian in that the women have little locks and the men must approach them with thier keys and try to unlock them. So, two hours of jam them in, turn, on to the next person...it was interesting to say the least.
There were a good mix of people, from 21 to about 55. I think it would have been much more enjoyable had it not been held in a shoebox. They changed the venue at the last minute to a "cute" [read: dive] bar in hollywood and it was just one long hallway. Now, pack 300 people in and get them to try and mingle while crushed up against each other. I passed out an entire pack of gum and I wished I'd had another.
The good:
Rusty. He was such a cutie pie. Sadly, he was only 24 and still in school. He's studying to be a sports psychiatrist, and he has darling glasses. It was all I could do not to pinch his cheeks. I have his email and shall contact him as soon as I remember to bring the info to work with me. (I hardly turn on the computer at home.)
Zac. The civil engineer. He seemed somewhat impressed that I am not a total moron. Yes, he gets points for that. He planned on meeting friends after the party, and saved me from car dealership man. I got his email as well, so we'll see if he would like to hang out at some point in the future. Huzzah.
No, there were no "across a crowded room" moments. I met a couple of cool people, so it could have been much, much worse.
The bad:
The guy looking for a greencard.
The Miami Vice white sport coat guy who tried soliciting me for his own "singlesmingles.com" craptacular dating thing. I'm not sure if that's the actual site, btw. It's something like that. I'm sure it also has something to do with redwood hot tubs and 8-tracks. Oh, yeah. He was totally "that guy".
The guy who asked me, "Why can't I get any of the hot chicks to talk to me?"
The ugly:
The guy who kept "accidentally" grabbing my breast instead of my lock.
The guy who offered to go home with me "if he didn't find anything better".
The car dealership guy (friend of Miami Vice) who regaled me with tales of his ex, who cheated on him, left him for a doctor, but was still in love with him. Then tells me how she broke up with doctor man because she can't stop talking about him but he's not taking her back. Then tells me how fascinating I am. (Haven't said more than "Wow, really?" or "Oh, that's too bad" Yes, I can see why he would think that.)
Then, as I'm trying to leave, he corners me (the event is over and I'm trying to find my valet ticket) and continues. I keep trying to extract myself ("wow. It's really getting late. I should go. Look at the time. Early day tomorrow.") When he even tries the worst possible ploy.
HIM:"You know, I work at a Mercedes dealership. I could get you a really good deal on a car."
ME: "Aw. Well, that's sweet..."
HIM: "No. I mean, a REALLY GOOD deal."
ME: "Um, well, that's nice..."
HIM: "If you had a trade in, maybe even a thousand or so. If you're willing to [I kid you not. He used air quotes] "work" with me."
ME: "Wow."
HIM: "Why don't you take my card. I could take you out one night and we could talk about it?"
This is when I saw my new best friend Zac. I started a conversation from across the room and stayed talking way later than I had planned on. Despite some of the crap, I had a good time for the most part. Also? I'm never EVER buying a Mercedes.