Summer Before the Best Year of Our Lives

Knowing that this is the summer before our senior year at Gonzaga, and for some, our last year in Spokane, I have come to the conclusion that it is necessary to live out this summer to our best ability. With the 11 day bender done and over with, I think it is time for more one-up-manship to take place over the summer. We all remember the stories and the hilarity created by the 11 day bender, but I think we also all realize that the bender was just a pre-lim to the eventuality of our senior year.

I say, why wait until the end of August to begin senior year? Why not get the stories started as soon as possible (ie summertime)? I figure that this blog has been under-used and not reached its ultimate ability to spread the craziness that is our lives. With this in mind, I preview the following story with a warning. What happens in SoCal, stays in SoCal. God knows this kind of shit wouldn't happen to me anywhere else. I'm never gonna leave.

The story starts at my friends house in West Covina where we are shooting scenes for a show he is trying to produce for a competition put on by FX. The contest involves a 5 minute video of a TV show idea and the winner of the contest receives 50,000 to produce a pilot episode. I was asked to play a part in the video, so thats why I was at the house. The shooting went really well and we decided to drive down to Fullerton (near Cal State Fullerton) and hit up a sports bar for a celebratory drink. On the way there in the car, we decided that the girl that came with us was fair game and it would be every man for himself (game on so to speak).

We get to the bar and get our drinks. I get my pitcher of Bud Light and one glass and we sit around the bar and shoot the shit with the girl. All the guys are trying there best game with this girl and failing miserably. I decide to play the "act like you don't want the shit and get the shit for free" game and see if the saying really is true. I get in a few words to her here and there but never act like I give a shit about her.

We end up back at my friends house quite drunk by now (I think I was 3 pitchers in by this point). We then are amazed to find out what this girl does for a job. You might want to sit down for this and prepare yourself. She is a belly dancer. Swear to God. Not shitting you for a second. A straight up, Middle-Eastern style, belly dancer. I end up talking her into dancing for all of us (lucky for us she has her costume in her car).

The night goes by and I'm too drunk to drive home so I decide to crash at his house. Lucky for me she's also "too drunk" to drive home. Even luckier for me, my buddy has a guest room with two beds in it. We get to the room and are about to crash in the beds when my buddy starts telling us about the ghost that haunts his house. I'm thinking I just want him to leave so I can crash already, but little do I know this story sets up what comes next.

He leaves and she starts to play the "I'm scared and I don't want to sleep alone card." I in turn say, "well, there's plenty of room in my bed." What happened after that you wouldn't believe if it had happened to you. I'll end the story by saying that she never stopped moving those hips like a belly dancer. Best part of the story, she was gone when I woke up. I love my life.

So good luck to you sirs, as you begin this final summer of complete lack of responsibility and care for your body and soul. May the good times never end.