The Prequel

So I don't usually plan what I blog. Sometimes things are just on my mind or I reach for random things and see where they take me. This week, however, will be different. I don't want to give away too many details because there is a chance that my little "social experiment" won't work out (or that it just won't be very interesting).

One of my good friends (back from The Palladium show days) had been living elsewhere for the past few years, so I didn't get to see him very often. He actually moved back to West Springfield somewhat recently, and we were all stoked that we'd get to hang out a lot more now, but I forgot about the fact that I am constantly busy during the week with tons of homework and such, and then I tend to get lost in my weekends (it really is nearly impossible for me to make plans because I break them). Since I have been being neglectful of my duty to hang out and have fun with Mr. West Springfield for some time, I decided to actually make an effort; oh yes, look at me being all forward and plan-formulating.

So I come up with this idea: Wednesday night - dinner - Seven O's - Fun. (In case you didn't feel like clicking that link, it's a bar that offers karaoke on Wednesday nights). ((Probably no cats allowed))


I throw this idea out to my roommate Sharon (the one in the middle), who has recently filled our apartment with Guitar Hero, Dance Dance Revolution, and Karaoke Revolution (the Playstation2 Workout triathlon). She is game on. I said we could go to the GoTen, but then somehow we started talking about food (surprise, surprise) ((and by "surprise" I mean I am a sarcastic broad)), and then we started talking about "Billy's Chicken"-- her mom's recipe that somewhat resembles Chicken Divan, minus the Worcestershire, garlic powder, and lemon... oh and tons of cheddar cheese on top instead of whatever that recipe suggested. Basically, Sharon volunteered to make this dinner for us all-- saving everyone money that will probably be spent at the bar.

So it should be a pretty entertaining night. And my "social experiment" involves this guy:

...and that's all you're getting for now.