Please don't say Chinese food

Hello, shiny new firstest blog ever! How do!?

Mmm, I'm not good with introductions so I'm going to skip it and tell you a little about my night, to give you a little taste of Tyler Durden.. .I mean Nish. So I danced my ass off to this gem at an obnoxious volume by way of my ipod and some bangin external speakers: because not a friend of mine would take me out dancing. Sad I know. And then I thought to myself, know what would be fun! Dancin with a buzz! Am I right or am I right? So I went to the kitchen and found a bottle of Aristocrat, the absolute epitome of great vodka, cough cough, that dear ol Chris left in my freezer a while back. Poured it in a glass about "yay high" (does hand gesture that as it turns out was NOT a shot) and downed the puppy. Then I pulled out the good ol DDR mat and proceeded to get down! And of course, by get down, I mean laugh hysterically at myself while trying to figure out why when my left foot went down on the beat I missed...oh hai that's carpet not that mat. Good times. To end this night of gripping excitement, my father called my mother across the country, so that I could babble and laugh drunkenly in her ear - just what all mothers love to hear in the middle of the night.

That's me folks. I say "ole", and "good times" too much, I like ze dance, and am alwayssss gramatically incorrect. ....hmm that sounds kinda like an introduction after all.

- Nish