How I got to loving Amy - Take 3
When Amy worked at her previous job for a local newspaper, we played on a softball team that was sponsored by the newspaper. It was full of geeks that were employees of a sister company, an ISP. I could have just said they worked for an ISP and you would have known they were geeks, but the extra emphasis doesn't hurt.
The season was painful and full of high school like drama, including the pitcher quitting in the middle of the season because we refused to show up to their gay ass practices, but demanded playing time in the games.
It's f-ing softball you nerds, what is there to practice???
Anyways, after the season the team had a party to celebrate our nerdiness and how much we sucked. Since I am an introvert, and hated most of these geeks, I got really drunk so I could try to have some fun. And when I get drunk, I talk. A lot. And I say really stupid things.
Hey, some people get violent when they drink, so it could be worse...
So... we were having some conversation about the places we work, and I launch into this egotistical diatribe about how where I work is so much better than where Amy works, and then I say something so incredibly stupid. Now that I look back at it, I cry. It was something like:
"(Amy's company) is a PISS ANT company compared to (my work)!"
Have you ever had that dream where you are naked in front of school and everyone is looking at you, not saying anything, just staring in utter amazement? It was kind of like that.
So I get up and walk out of the garage and Amy follows me out.
Amy: That was the owner that you were sitting next to!
Me: So that's who that old guy was...
Amy: Uh, yeah...
Me: Oh well, you hate your job anyways.
And then I turn around and he is walking right behind us with his wife to leave, having heard enough of me I'm sure...
And so, reason number three, why I love Amy:
Despite what a drunken jackass I am sometimes, she still hasn't killed me for the insurance policy.
peace nick
The season was painful and full of high school like drama, including the pitcher quitting in the middle of the season because we refused to show up to their gay ass practices, but demanded playing time in the games.
It's f-ing softball you nerds, what is there to practice???
Anyways, after the season the team had a party to celebrate our nerdiness and how much we sucked. Since I am an introvert, and hated most of these geeks, I got really drunk so I could try to have some fun. And when I get drunk, I talk. A lot. And I say really stupid things.
Hey, some people get violent when they drink, so it could be worse...
So... we were having some conversation about the places we work, and I launch into this egotistical diatribe about how where I work is so much better than where Amy works, and then I say something so incredibly stupid. Now that I look back at it, I cry. It was something like:
"(Amy's company) is a PISS ANT company compared to (my work)!"
Have you ever had that dream where you are naked in front of school and everyone is looking at you, not saying anything, just staring in utter amazement? It was kind of like that.
So I get up and walk out of the garage and Amy follows me out.
Amy: That was the owner that you were sitting next to!
Me: So that's who that old guy was...
Amy: Uh, yeah...
Me: Oh well, you hate your job anyways.
And then I turn around and he is walking right behind us with his wife to leave, having heard enough of me I'm sure...
And so, reason number three, why I love Amy:
Despite what a drunken jackass I am sometimes, she still hasn't killed me for the insurance policy.
peace nick
posted by Nick at
12:25 PM
5 Comments:
Amy rocks my socks.
stop making fun of bud lite. yeah, it's no miller lite, but it's a cheap alterantive for wisconsinites that don't want to pay 5 bucks for beer when they know they intend to drink about 50 of them.
Please don't make any babies in noah's ark. it might scare the children. also, i suspect that much chlorine might cause some bad birth defect or something and then your kids would end up driving and talking like someone from Illinois.
Amy rocks my socks too.
Miller Lite and Bud Light are gross.
And we didn't make babies at Noahs Ark. We made babies at Christmas Mountain, where there are no kids, but lots of senior citizens and rich, snotty teenagers.
That you know of, there is always the slow poison in your drink.
I've been reading. Funny stuff, Amy would have to either love you or stuff you in a hole. It's probably a good thing that you are introverted, too much of you in public could be dangerous.
Men are predictable, I will give you that. But for the simple fact that men are simple. Women on the other hand....
I dont know about a take 4... you only asked for 3 things :)
I would have killed you. Don't be a putz and use alcohol to excuse it.
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