Alice hates ...

'Twas a Saturday well done.

First, worksies. Well, if we're going to be technical, I didn't end Friday night until 3 a.m. today. But anyway: worksies.

Felt productive, though I'm sure I wasn't. I watched four hours of my online class at my desk (remember the personality thing a week ago? Well, turns out there's only one other person like me in the class. Out of the hundred that did the homework anyway) I did my editing homework, had a delicious lunch and read more in AHWOASG, returned only slightly unwillingly and certainly late, and finished the Council meeting minutes.

Then, it was date time. Oh yeah.

Amanda and I have been planning this date for a while now. And I couldn't get out of it this time. So I drove to her little love shack in Tempe, where she is in fact, living in sin with Brad (the Apostle of Humility). Met Brad. Met roomate. Collected Amanda, and went to My Big Fat Greek Restaurant. Which is one of Amanda's favorites.

Brad looks exactly like Brad does in pictures. (Astute, right?) Brad is charming, funny, energetic, silly, and has the coolest belt buckle ever. (Matt needs one of those). So, in short, he's pretty much a perfect fit for Amanda, and more importantly, they really seem happy. (I'd use that damned L-word, but it's caused such drama lately...)

At dinner (As a Pro-Vegger, and not a meat-a-holic, I had a veggie wrap and salad. Quite tasty) Amanda and I talked. Talked. Naw... we talked it up. Dug deep into the trenches of conversation.

Obviously, that same silly topic popped up (damn you all) which was thoroughly discussed, which fed into a conversation in which I told Mandy about Dan the Man, and my tendency to sabotage. Which Amanda gets, because Amanda did that in her pre-Brad days.

I cannot even explain how much Amanda and I have in common. It's a lot. A lotlot. And she's a good listener. So, if you figure that Amanda gets my sabotaging nature (not necessarily approve, but gets) and shares the Wal-Mart/hobo dream...

We also share a love of Urban Outfitters. We browsed, giggled and chatted, squealed over awesome housewares, had some bitch step to Amanda and tell her long sleeves are over in February in a disdain-filled voice but that's okay cause she was alone anyway and shouldn't have been eavesdropping if she didn't want it pointed out for her, and ended up with new clutch purses.

And rocked it back to her place, blaring Muse's Time is Running Out, because it's completely sexy for some reason. Back to her place for a mini-party with a magnum from Four Peaks.

So, Amanda is a perfect ten, and Brad, I'll give... an 8. But then there's Brad's friends.

I can basically explain it like this: Brad is easily the coolest one. And I'll try not to get too harsh, because I'm sure Amanda's going to read this at some point, but ... damn. First, there's Ben. If I had my choice of watching paint dry or Ben make conversation, I'd go with the former. Hell, I'd actually watch all those Hoff clips on IamBetterthanU.com (man-crush much?) before engaging Ben in conversation.

And then there's Thad. If you've ever wondered what happens when you mix a nerd with douche, and add a receding hairline, you get Thad. Here's a list of things I learned about Thad, from Thad, and my internal response:

1. Thad tried out for Jeopardy twice. And lost. (Not impressed, Thad.)
2. Thad reads mAHn-gAH. And that's how we're supposed to say it. (Eat a dick, Thad.)
3. Thad says things like, "I have the biggest calculator in the room. And yes, that is a euphemism." (::shudder::)
4. Thad lives 30 miles from Brad. I live about 30 miles from Brad. I hope to God he's on the other side, and right now, there's 60 miles between us.
5. Thad likes the Warcraft. Probably, too much. There were a few references to "Plus 10 belts of something-or-other" thrown around.

Anyway, despite that, it was still fun. Funny, nerdy boys and really ugly cats. Brad and I had mini-bike sex; took suggestive pictures with grapefruit; could not escape the Radiohead, and rocked the Toadies; hit the Magnum; met the Foot Vagina and the Cactus formerly known as Brokeback Cactus; and scored a copy of someone's Best of Muse mix and Albert Hammond, Jr.

Left, because I was mostly tired, drove home with OK Computer, and decided I need a new Radiohead album.

Now I'm here, rocking White Unicorn (Sister, can you tell me when the day turns to night?), about to read more AHWOASG. Breathless with anticipation.

Amanda and I decided that we'll be having a third date soon, and I can't sabotage my love for her by canceling all of our plans. Because we're committed, now. And I may have gotten her pregnant.

A Gem, from Boring Ben: "Maybe it's dye. Do you wanna dye? D-Y-E. Heh heh heh."