So my friend invited me to this party a couple nights ago. I kept asking him questions about it, but he was very shady about it. I was excited about the party because I thought there would be really good food and I’ve been living off that top romen noodles crap and cans of chili for a week.
We’re on our way to the party and that’s when he tells me about the party. Turns out, it’s a singles party…and it’s at a comic book shop…and there was high doubts about there not being food there.
At that, I laughed. Mostly because My friend has done something like this to me before.¹
We eventually got there and I actually had a good time. My friends band played and I really liked his stuff.
I also ran in to a friend there who might get hired at the comic shop. I also ended up buying a graphic novel.
The only thing I didn’t embrace about the night was the whole singles theme. One could purchase raffle tickets and if won, he/she would win a free dinner and a blind date with the other person whose raffle got picked.
It was a fun night. I’m glad I went.
I will say this and I feel kind of bad.
There was this one guy that fit the stereo-typical comic book fanatic category….you know…with the obnoxious comic book jokes and the lack of people skills.
In the end, I got a graphic novel, a demo of my friends band, a DC coaster, and a sticker I wore with the name of Bruce Banner.
Later on that night, I got pulled over by a cop. He was in my face about how I was going 65 to 70mph in a 45mph zone while cutting off another car.
To which my response should’ve been, “your making me angry…you wouldn’t like me when I’m angry.”
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1. And by that, I mean leave specific details out so as not to make me want to cancel on the event itself.


