Saturday, November 20, 2010

How I Spent Last Night (and The Better Part of Today)

I imagine some of you had hot dates last night.

Perhaps Lady Fortune was on your side and you dined on Mexican cuisine.

Maybe you ordered pizza.

Watched a movie.

Read a good book.

Lounged in sweatpants.

I have a feeling many of you enjoyed some of the finer things in life. That's what Fridays are all about, after all.

As for me? I spent my weekend at a church advisory board retreat, along with two other ladies and EIGHT men*. I spared everyone the sight of my sweatpants and suffered silently in my denim britches.

We had snacks, which sounds good in theory, but the snacks included Twizzlers (blech) with nary a tortilla chip in sight.

I did have a can of Pepsi, so there's that.

I bunked in the room directly beneath two of the loudest rowdies in the bunch. If I had access to a broom handle, I would've been thumping the ceiling, a'la my Freshman dorm-era. Nevermind the fact that I actually found their rowdiness a tad bit endearing. What they don't know won't hurt them.

But the worst part?

The guys told Chuck Norris jokes all. night. long.

Then they repeated the "best" ones all afternoon today.

I didn't have the heart to tell them that they weren't really very funny.

Oh wait, yes, I did, in fact, have the heart.

In all fairness, I think I laughed at three of them.

I nominated myself as the resident Barometer for Chuck Norris Humor. The BCNH.

No one else voted for me, but I write up the minutes, so I suppose I'll be having the last laugh.

Just tell me this: Why are guys so weird?

And please, allow me to live vicariously through you. What did you do last night? Indulge me, por favor.

*My fellow advisory board members are some of the best people around these parts. We always have a good time. And it's quite interesting to ruminate about everyone's sock choices whilst having important, heart-felt discussions. But I do believe I could have done without the Chuck.