Should've Seen Me

I'm going to label this post as a calendar day.
Which I do for all significant events.
Like Klu Klux Klan day.
And my birthday.
I know (and you don't?) that this happened yesterday.
But I'm making the label anyways.
Besides, today is the super bowl.
You want my prediction?
It's going to be the blue guys by six. Maybe by seven.
I meant to write yesterday and remind you to pay attention to me.
I've spent the past number of days meeting and sitting with people for coffee.
I've spent them mentally ostracizing old people in a Casino.
I've spent them refusing to dance with women (that was a good one).
I've spent them drinking gin, but not enough gin. Smoking weed, about enough weed.
Yesterday I sat down for a long time.
I stayed indoors for far too long and tried to determine what it was that Paul wanted to do with his birthday.
He never did get to the bottom of it.
But he did figure out what he didn't want to do.
He didn't want to clean his kitchen.
So, I (he) walk down to The Keg to use my The Keg gift certificate.
I had to stand in line, outside, just to wait to eat my birthday supper by myself.
I've had more pitiful birthdays, I'd imagine.
But it's probably the best one that the bartender had seen.
Really, the night was fine.
I left there and met up with Joshua White and some of his roommates/friends.
I got a strawberry shortcake to go.
These people jammed a candle in that and sang to me.
That was enough, really.
I hate this post so far. It's so boring.
I visited Halifax's casino on Friday.
The coat check guy couldn't see anything.
All of the coat check tabs had Braille on them.
You didn't have to pay to check your coat, either.
There was a donation thingy for the coat check man, but you only had to put small change in there.
Just enough to make a sound, really.
Awful. I'm so awful.
There was a battle of the bands show.
Shawn (Shaun...it might be Shaun) Burke played in one of the bands.
An old college buddy.
We used to call him "Cam."
Cause he'd get drunk and try to swallow cam shafts, after removing them from vehicles in our parking lot.
Not true.
We used to call him Shawn (Shaun).
In my...third year he lived next door to me in residence.
One time he locked himself out of his room and he was in his underwear and it was adorable.
A woman I'm attracted to suggested that we should dance.
I was already dancing in my chair.
I don't know what I said. I guess I blacked out for a second.
Whatever it was, it involved continuing to not dance with her.
Josh asked (sort of within earshot) "Why didn't you dance with her?"
Not sure what I said there either, but I'm certain that I mumbled it.
Women love confidence.
Unfortunately, everything I've accomplished has relied entirely on my complete lack of confidence.
That's really true.
Socially, anyway.
If you ask me what I might think of that, I'd tell you this:
I don't know.
 I only realized this about myself just now as I typed this out.
This is what this blog is all about.
Self-discovery; questioning how I got this far; spelling friends' names wrong.