Not doing THAT again...

Heyyyy guyss. So, Nish posted an awesome intro and I guess it's about time I told you a little bit about myself as well, but since I hate doing that, I too will tell you a story.

A few nights ago I went into DC to meet up with a friend I hadn't seen in a while for a night of greatness. I went to work in the morning all the while building this night up in my head: drinking at jazz in the garden, going to a bar, meeting new people, it was going to be an action packed night. WRONG. Soooo I wind up getting out of work and barely making it to jazz in the garden where I was greeted by an obscene amount of awkwardness. My friend was totally shit faced, her "guy friend" was taking care of her, and this guy who I kinda knew was mackin it to some girl so he basically ignored me. I met a few of her friends who seemed kind of okay, except for one who was an idiot and managed to throw a baguette at my head because well, he was drunk... and an idiot. Then the best part. Her other friends left, meaning I was stuck there with her, her "guy friend," this guy who has the audacity to ignore me and this girl he's spittin game to. I was the FIFTH WHEEL. It was atrocious. My mind was buzzing with an escape plan. Then came the way out. They kept talking about going to Dupont to meet another one of their friends, but it was becoming increasingly clear there was no way my friend could have made it anywhere but to the comfort of her own bed. And Dupont is where another one of my friends lives and I planned to see him that night anyway . I told the "guy friend" that I was feeling extremely awkward and thought it best we go our separate ways. He warmly told me I was always welcome which was very sweet. I appreciated his kind words, but had to hold on to my dignity. So we made it onto the metro and at my stop I peaced out. The amount of relief I felt after getting on the other side of those metro doors was monumental. I floated up those escalator stairs to the exquisite site of the Dupont fountain, and just smiled widely. I probably looked crazy. It didn't matter. I had escaped the clutches of the awkward turtle.

I hope that gave you an idea about the kind of person I am...perhaps?

-Chris