I think this world is perfect

...well, not always, and not exactly perfect either, but right now, I am on top of the world.

My weekend was amazing. The snow cheers me up even while it pisses off everyone else. After a brief phone conversation with my dad on Friday night, I told him that I needed to go because Jackie and I were gonna go cut down a tree and pretend it's Christmas. We didn't really cut down a tree, but if the neighbors piss me off again, they better take inventory of the fake trees in the elevator lobby because we have our eye on them ...

We stayed home Friday night to enjoy being snowed in. We were joined by John, Dan, Kayleen, Aaron, Julie, and Terry. What a great crowd. Since moving out of the old house, we are really starting to learn who our real friends are. There were a ton of the "convenient" friends that used to just hang around the house, but strangely enough, we don't hear from those people anymore. Some good friends have surfaced through the ashes of disaster remaining at the old house, and for that, I'm happy.

So, anyways, I have to get back to my story about what made the weekend so fantastic, but I have some more tales to tell before I get up to that point.

My Saturday consisted of:
Carpooling to a family birthday party, free drinks, and good buzz fairly early in the day. My mom drove me home from Dwain and Gabby's joint party, where I instantaneously hit the couch and fell into a beer induced nap. Jackie rattled me awake a short time later to tell me that we were going out, and the friends that were coming to pick us up were in the elevator at that very moment. I obeyed command and changed faster than Jacks can flip her hair.

We ended up at a bon fire in Snohomish. After taking quick inventory of the men around, we voted on who was the most eligible bachelor and I singled him out as my target. I didn't drink anything more that night since I was already dealing with a cocktail of tired/groggy/buzzed. It was a small get-together, maybe 10-12 people tops. We got to know everybody pretty fast and had a good time.

Okay, so you can call me obscene, but I need to explain a backstory here to explain my motivation and why I use the term "target". My group of girls have an ongoing game of sorts... Sometimes it carries the name "waiter-hunting", which is when we don't allow ourselves to leave a restaurant without a phone number. Sometimes it goes by "scavenger hunt", but that's typically only when we separate at a store and see who can get the most phone numbers written on their arm before time's up. It's all in good fun though. We never call... it's really more of an ego thing.

I somehow ended up standing next to my target, and I soon learned his name is Kip, and just to make sure I was hearing correctly, I had to verify with Jackie, "Kip? ... like ... Napoleon Dynamite Kip??" Yes. Exactly like Napoleon Dynamite Kip.

As it turned out, Kip and I ended up talking throughout the entire night and before I knew it, the sun was halfway up in the sky and it was time to coordinate a ride home. I haven't had a conversation like that in a long time. It was refreshing. Maybe even renewed my faith in men just a teensy bit. It was nice to run into someone who was actually interested in talking to me. Just because I enjoy the twisted games us girls play, I definitely do not enjoy guys viewing me as their "target"... that generally carries a different definition in the mind of a man. I'm kind of a contradiction, I know, but hey I'm okay with that.

And that right there, was what made my weekend so fantastic. Amazing how simple that is. A good conversation and I haven't stopped smiling since.

I'll be seeing this Kip fellow again in the very near future. Stay tuned :)