Nude rugby calendar

Yup, that's why I love Oberlin.

New plan

Well, as of now, we have been shut out of the ballroom dancing class. Yes, folks, shut out. Apparently, too many people around here just want to learn ballroom dancing right now, so we may have to wait till April, or possibly never, in order to learn this fine art. I had suggested renting (nay, BUYING) a DVD or two, which I thought would serve the same purpose, but this idea did not fly.

The idea of substituting the ballroom dancing for a LINE DANCING class was suggested. I, for one, was not a big fan of this idea. I don't know what it is, but for some reason, dancing in a line is not my idea of fun. Everyone doing their own thing, this way and that, here and there and everywhere, doing whatever they want to their heart's content...fine. But something just bugs me about everyone doing the same thing, over and over, at the same time. And IN A LINE no less. Why must they be in a line? Is it to more fully enforce the idea that they're all doing the same thing as everyone else, with no room for self-expression except in the type of cowboy boot you wear or the brand of tobacco you chew?

Needless to say, I'm against the line dancing idea.

The lesser of two evils

I just saw an interview with Bush (the older, ex-president one).

Is it bad that I long for the time when HE was President, and not his son?

Dancing with the Stars

It's official: beginning on some fateful night in February (can't remember which one at this point), Kia and I will begin what promises to be an altogether interesting set of classes on...ballroom dancing. In preparation for the June nuptials, we're learning how to look at least competent when it comes to shaking our respective groove thangs at formal events. Apparently, the Electric Slide does not qualify as an appropriate dance to do for our first dance as a couple. Thus, into the unknown we go.

I saw a T-shirt once that said, "If you can walk, you can dance. If you can talk, you can sing." That T-shirt had apparently never met me. More updates on this as it progresses. Who knows? Maybe I'll be the next J. Peterman!

Isn't it ironic?

A little too ironic.

I guess I just get a kick out of Pamela Anderson seeking the removal of a bust. (insert own joke here)

Goin' to the chapel

I returned from my week-long stint in Rochester last night, actually a little later than I thought, since I took Continental up on their offer to fly me anywhere for free if I took a later flight. And went through Detroit. On the way there, I had second thoughts since, after all, I was going through Detroit. I was pleasantly surprised. The terminal, whichever one I was deposited at, was pretty posh. Huge screen TVs, a little mini subway that went from one end of the terminal to the other, stuff written in Japanese...I could have done worse. After all, I had just been in Cleveland. So basically, it was a big midwest tour for me on the way home -- Cleveland, Detroit, and finally, St. Louis. It's good to be back. And I just retrieved my dogs, who are currently wiped out from their week at the doggie hotel.

Many wedding plans were made and clarified this week. All in all, wedding coordinators were questioned, officiants were queried, photographers were examined, DJs were spun right round baby right round, bakers were grilled, centerpieces were assembled, rings were oogled, invitation prototypes were constructed, guest lists were pondered, tuxes were considered, dresses were modeled, sites were viewed, menus were perused, and many, many miles were traveled. I can't believe it's 5 months away.

Other notables from the past week:

-I saw more of "The Office," the BBC version. I finally got to see the big Christmas party finale. Tim and Dawn! YES! That was the finale, right?

-I used two different Arby's restrooms in the Rochester area without purchasing anything from either one. Suck it, Arby's.

-I came into contact with (I believe) my first real live Akita (it's a dog). Kia's twin sister, Kristin, was keeping it for a while until it could go to a rescue shelter. Her name was Mika. She was huge. Actually, probably no bigger than my dog Moose, but I think it was her head that so daunting. I actually thought she might fall over due to the vastness of her head.

-I realized that I am decidedly bad at Pictionary. Actually, let me clarify. I am decidedly bad at drawing in Pictionary. I think it is because of my revolutionary artistic style (i.e., suckiness). No one can decifer it. I'm just misunderstood in my time. I am, however, far better at guessing. I am also better at Taboo than Pictionary.

-Football. Good game between USC and Texas. It actually lived up to the hype. And my Pats march onto Denver. People seem to be looking past them to Indianapolis. I wouldn't do that.

You're my boy, Blue!

Cue up "Dust in the Wind".