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Friday night went well. Nothing spectacular. Movie was Constantine. It was pretty good. I liked the effects, for the most part, and all the acting, aside from Keanu, was really good. Story was ok... Went to a bar afterwords, she drove my car there, trusting ain't I? I was biting my nails to nubs and had to sit on my hands and clench my teeth at every corner. It was some shit-hole dive that the only reason you feel confortable in is because it's dark and dreary. Apparently one of her friends waitresses there, and we got mostly free drinks all night, paid for about every 3rd round or so. So we sand and BS'd all night, not doing much, turns out she lived next to the bar. great... whatever. I was in no shape to go home, so I kinda had to stay there. Nothing happened, we sat and talked for a while, and eventually I passed out on the couch. Great, now I'm going to fall into that whole "nice guy" catagory again. I can feel it. Whatever.

Woke up saturday before she did, and I did what every guy does, I left. I had to find my own bed. After I got more sleep, woke up to my cell phone screaming into my ear, thinking it was her, I kinda ignored it for a bit, but it kept ringing. I picked it up, and my buddie was sitting up in St.Cloud on the side of the road. Shit is all I could think of as I reached for my jeans. I ran to work with my gas-guzzling rusty dodge, and hooked ujp a trailer and set off north. 8 hours later, I was at home in my garage changing a blown head gasket in an '87 dodge omni. He owes me.

When my date called, I kinda lied... I said that I left because I had to tow my friend.... kinda lied. Agreed to talk later.

Best part of the weekend was the do-nothing sunday and the almost free drinks on friday.