Friday night Mark (from RCC) came over and we went to get food from Seoul Food and we watched Napoleon Dynamite again. Man, that movie is funny. I laughed just as much this time as I did the first time. I think I will always laugh that hard watching it. Mark didn’t find it as funny as I did. The first time I saw it was at the theater with Dan H, and he didn’t think it was funny at all. In fact, he thought I was a little off for enjoying it so much.
Saturday I didn’t do much of anything. I went shopping to find some envelopes for my Christmas cards, but I couldn’t find any that were the perfect size. I found some that would fit, but they would be loose… and that would be tacky. So I’m making my own envelopes. I made the cards, I might as well make the envelopes too. It’s going to take me forever, but it’ll be worth it.
I watched some movies, Faithful and Secondhand Lions. I thought there were both entertaining, although I thought Faithful was poorly written. Some of the dialogue was REALLY bad, and the entire premise was a bit off. Cher was awesome in it though. Secondhand Lions was a little far fetched, but it was a cute story.
Saturday night I went out to Rainbow. There were a bunch of regulars out, so I had a lot of people to dance with. I danced with Mark, Thomas, Michael, and Waide the most, but there were a bunch of others as well. There was this little Lesbian chick that walked by and she looked at me and yelled out “Tim McGraw!”, all making a scene. I gave her my “I hate you” fake laugh because the Tim thing is SO OLD.
Then every time she walked by she had to yell it out again. I must have been in a good mood though, because I wasn’t getting too annoyed with her. Later on I was at the bar and I didn’t even notice I was standing right next to her. She saw me and yelled out “Tim” again. We started chatting, she bought me a drink and a shot. Normally I wouldn’t let someone buy me a drink, but she owed it to me for all that Tim crap.
She asked me if I was alone and I told her I was. She asked, “Why? You’re GORGEOUS!” I told her if she really thought so, she should spread it around… I’m single and GORGEOUS! Then she said, “Us gorgeous people have to stick together.” So apparently she just throws that term around all loosly. Then she kidnapped me to go meet her friends. As we were waking through the club she’s stoped to tell some boys around how gorgeous I am. That was SUPER embarrassing!
I hung out with her and her friends for a bit and she was actually really nice and fun. We tried to dance once, to “Little O’l Bitty Pissant Country Place” but it was too fast for her. She got worn out after two times around the dance floor. After that song I went to dance with someone else and never saw her again. I looked for her, but couldn’t find her.
Sunday I slept in super late and laid around watching TV all day. I watched some movies that came on TV, The Preachers Wife (the one with Whitney Houston) and Moonstruck. I hadn’t seen Moonstruck before and I liked it. I can delete it from my Netflix now! I’m runnning out of movies in Netflix that I really want to see.
I was super annoyed that Desperate Housewives was not on last night. I had made sure that everything I needed to do was finished before 8. I wrapped more presents, ate dinner, cleaned up, and was ready to watch my show… and got stupid Extreme Makeover: Home Edition instead. Two hours of that crap? COME ON!
This morning I was rudely awakened at 4:05am by a ringing cell phone. I answered it and I was really too asleep to remember what was said, but I remember something about saying “wrong number” and hanging up. Then a minute later it rang again. I figured I would let it go to my voicemail, they would hear my name on the recording, realize it was a wrong number and hang up. Nope. He called back again. Now each time he called the number was blocked, so it only showed up as PRIVATE.
Him: Hey Tom, it’s David.
Me: Hey
Him: What are you doing?
Me: Sleeping! What are you doing? (I’m realizing that this doesn’t sound like any David I know)
Him: I just got home from the club, thought I would call and see what you are doing.
Me: Who is this?
Him: David
Me: David who?
Him: David Vasquez
Me: I don’t know any David Vasquez
Him: Yeah you do, we met about four months ago.
Me: That was August and I didn’t meet anyone then. Where did we meet?
Him: We met at Changos on North Lamar.
Me: I’ve never been to Changos on N Lamar.
Him: What about Guadelupe?
Me: No. I’ve only been to the Changos on S Lamar and you can’t mistake that for North.
Him: Ok, fine… my real name is (I forgot what he said). I got your number from David Vasquez.
Me: Who the hell is David Vasquez?!
Him: He gave me your number and he said you were nice. He said you like Mexican guys. Do you like Mexican guys?
Me: Yes (ok at this point I’m realizing that this David Vasquez must know me in some way to know that)
Him: Well I’m Mexican and I’m new in town from LA. I thought I’d be brave and give you a call to see if you’d like to hook up.
Me: What exactly do you mean by HOOK UP?!? (if he said something dirty, I was going to hang up right then)
Him: Would you like have dinner sometime and get to know each other?
Me: I don’t think so.
Him: Come on, you don’t know me. I don’t know you. I don’t know what you look like and you don’t know what I look like, but I’m being brave and I just want to go to dinner with you.
Me: Why you don’t call me back at a reasonable hour and we’ll talk.
Him: Sure, what time?
Me: How about like after 4pm.
Him: I’ll call you at 5:15.
How bizzarre is that?! And why 5:15?! Why not just 5? Ugh! Who the hell is David Vasquez and how did he get my phone number? I only know two Davids, David Hernandez and David Byers. There’s one other David that I know of, that knows Jorge and Ronnie, but I don’t see how he would ever have got my number. The last time I talked to him was about 3 or 4 years ago. I hope this guy calls me back, not because I’m interested in him or want to go to dinner, but because I need to find out who this David is and cuss him out. Who decides to call someone up for a date at 4AM on a MONDAY?! COME ON!
I rarely give my number out to anyone and I can’t imagine that any of my friends would just randomly give my number out to someone. This is definitely a mystery.
