Scream at the top of my lungs
April 07, 2002 @ 2:15 p.m.
I want to scream at the top of my lungs! But don't worry, it's a good thing. I had a wonderful night at Sean's.
Before I talk about that, let's talk about M, who just called Ryan on a whim.
Okay, first of all, whims rawk. Second of all, she TAPED it. She taped it! How frickin' awesome is that?!?!? She is now my idol. I bow down accordingly.
Anyway. Sean.
We ended up going out to the Olive Garden in a pseudo-celebration of Becky's 20th birthday. When Sean walked in the door with a black beret and khakis on, I nearly wet myself. You see, this is a man that I've never seen in even jeans. He wears those swooshy pants and T-shirts. It's not like he needs to get dressed up, working in radio.
But needless to say, I was impressed.
We managed to get through dinner without too much raunchiness, and then stopped by Becky and Blaine's apartment so Luci and Sean could meet.
Somehow, I think he's not a dog person.
After we followed behind Sean and Blaine rather slowly to his apartments on the south side of town (the man owns an Eclipse, for crying out loud, you would figure he'd at least go the speed limit in it), we were escorted upstairs.
And it was MTV Cribs, Boomer-style.
With the video camera recording, we were given a grand tour of the Orlando Magic-infested apartment. It was neater than any bachelor should have his place. The furniture matched, it smelled nice.
Again, impressed.
After the tour, which included a view of the "second bedroom" (otherwise known as the balcony of his third-floor place), we listened to airchecks from his time spent at a station in Ohio, watched the infamous Sean striptease, and then were treated to a lovely viewing of Sean circa 1992, in college.
I have never laughed so hard in all my life.
His haircut was what made me laugh first. It was a mullet. I'm not joking. It was short and swept over to the left, then trailed down his back in a ponytail that pales in comparison to what he has now. But wait, it gets better.
The shirt that he wore for one of his "newscasts" resembled the stereotypical 1992 Hawaiian eyesore. I can't even describe it to you...let's just say it was quite possibly the funniest thing I've ever seen in all my life.
After the college videos and brief videos of Sean chunky (which I think he looked good with chipmunk cheeks and a bit of a belly), it was time to go.
I think Sean's gaining in acceptance of us as close friends...he's very shy of sharing his airchecks with people, especially when he's around, and so that was a big step. I just found the night so utterly enjoyable...I'm gonna miss that boy when I go back to Iowa.
And oh yeah? He has a whole pile of bandannas lying on his dresser. Blue ones and red ones and yellow ones and green ones. He just doesn't wear them.
This bothers me.
Ah, so are the days of our lives.
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