Geoff and Seamus

I have been neglecting this poor blog.  Did I tell you all I'm in grad school?  Cause sometimes (not often, but usually around the end of the semester) I actually focus on that.  Sometimes.

But a fabulous thing happened the other night, and I must share it with you all.

Lauren (my roommate, remember?) and her friends wanted to go to this brewery in town.  Living in the particular state that I live in, breweries are pretty common.  But they are usually a pretty chill place to hang out, so I tagged along.  And I am so glad I did.

Not two minutes after walking in, this red-headed man (we'll call him Seamus, since he had such bright red hair) came right up to Lauren and I and asked if we would join him for a game of pool.  After some hemming and hawing, we accepted.  Except Lauren didn't play, so her friend Molly took her place.  Molly and Seamus teamed up, leaving me with Seamus' friend Geoff.

The best part about this is that both Seamus and Geoff were characters all of their own.  While Seamus and Molly kicked butt at pool, Seamus put some hard core (though rather gentlemanly) moves on Lauren.  And while we were losing, Geoff was pretending he had game.  Now, an important fact about me is that I am terrible at pool.  So most of my shots not only didn't go in, but I often didn't even hit the ball.  Yet, after every miserable shot, Geoff would say, "That was perfect!  Great!"  And then he would high five me.  Only his hand, the one I was supposed to hit, was usually awkwardly placed at his hip.  So...not so much a high five as a hip five.

Meanwhile, Lauren was being serenaded by Seamus.  Yes, that's right.  Serenaded.  Here is the best lyric of the song he sang:  "I smell the colors, and they're beautiful."  He then grabbed her and started waltzing around the room, dipping her about every two steps.  At the end of this completely hilarious dance, he kissed her hand.  And then said, "Middle of next week, I'm going to take you on a date.  It may not be a great date, but it'll be awesome."

Guess what that date was?  A session of Core Yoga.

They were too sweet to actually be labeled as creepers, but it was a hilarious story, nonetheless.  And I'm still a little sad that Lauren got the singer, while I got the hip-fiver.