Well, the past few days have been very...interesting. Some of it is reminiscent of a typical WB show plot. But here's how it all went down.
On Thursday, Drew asked me to be an escort for the Mr. East competition because he couldn't get in touch with Marina. At this point, he was under the impression that Marina liked him, due to a "complication" of sorts. Silly Jeff Christianson. Anyway, after doing a buttload of laundry and chores and whatnot, I went to rehearsal at 5:30 and was there until about 9:45, because we ran through it twice. Good stuff all around from the contestants.
On Friday, I did absolutely nothing during the course of the day. This made up for my motivation the day before. I played online games with Maia, and talked online to various people (Dan). Dan told me that his mother was being Satan again and was possibly not letting him go to prom with me. Not cool. So, I went to East at 6, and wasn't feeling too great. I gorged on free food, so my stomach felt a little better. The show went well, everyone was great, and Meghan, Brianna and I were being obnoxious when we cheered for people. After all the guys did their talents, the escorts had to go backstage.
Before going on, I envisioned myself tripping on stage and laughing hyserically. So what do I do when I go out there? I step on my dress, and grab the top so as not to "pop" out of it. It was hilarious, and Drew and I had a good laugh about that. And then we had a slow dance...
"You cannot look into his eyes Because your pulse must not say What must not be said."
...during which Drew and I discussed Jesus at a Phish concert. Good stuff.
Right after the show concluded, I told Drew that in fact, Marina does not like him. I do. After a period of awkwardness with "Yeaaaaah..." contributed by myself at times, he asked if I'd want to hang out sometime, and I said...yeah. Then we saw Zach, and we (including Steph, Christina, and Janna) went to Perkins. Drew whipped out his sax and started playing it at the restaurant, and people at another table applauded when he finished. Drew won Mr. Perkins hands down.
I heard this song post-shower today:
"Talk to me, you never talk to me. Ooh, it seems that I can speak. But I can hear my voice shouting out. But there's no reply at all.
Look at me, you never look at me, Ooh, I've been sitting, staring, seems so long. But you're looking through me Like I wasn't here at all. No reply, there's no reply at all.
Dance with me, you never dance with me. Ooh, it seems that I can move, I'm close to you, close as I can get.
Yet there's no reply at all, There's no reply at all." -Genesis "No Reply At All"
So yeah. I told him. I don't know where it goes from here. Does it go anywhere from here?