I Suck At Going Into Town

On Saturday, I was invited to attend the dietetic gathering between Karen and our friends (Hot Amy and Dolores). Truth be told, I was not even sure if I would be able to attend due to my lingering sickness. But since I was no longer having random dreams, I thought it would be okay to go.

For anyone curious, the last random dream during my sickened state was of my BFF (Kerry) confiding in me with a particular secret. That secret: that she was falling in love with our friend (Steve), to which I naturally asked "Isn't he gay?" with surprise. I have no idea if Steve is gay. It was just a dream after all.

Anyway, ever so often, Karen, Hot Amy and Dolores get together to hang out and discuss all things nutrition (because they are all dietitians). On Saturday, I guess the guys were fortunate enough to be included this time around. The plan for the night: to go into town and see Hot Amy's apartment.

Now, I suck at going into town. It has been a long while since I have been in town. I think the last time may have been, coincidentally enough, to see Hot Amy's place when they had their house warming last year. But since Dolores has never been, that was part of the plan.

Needless to say, it was good to see Dolores and Loser Tom. I don't think Tom is a loser, but I still refer to him as such because the name has a good ring to it and I'm mean that way. The name derived when all of us first met him. He was afraid that all of us would think he was a loser. Hence, Loser Tom was born.

I actually got to spend some time with Loser Tom hiking up Diamondhead in Hawaii when the former American Dietetic Association held its annual conference in Hawaii. For anyone curious, the American Dietitic Association is now called the Academy of Nutrition and Dietetics. I joked that the reason for the name change was because the American Dental Association, which also went by ADA, was too strong and did not want people confusing the two (much like wrestling and the wildlife foundation). I have no idea if that really is the case.

Anyway, hanging out at Hot Amy's was good. She made her legendary mac 'n cheese for dinner. I haven't really hung out with Hot Amy in quite some time, so it was nice to be able to joke around with her again. Don't get me wrong, I've seen her, but we haven't joked as much as we used to. We may, however, have lined up a new competition: an ice skating race. The idea came about because Hot Amy apparently is Dorothy Hamill-esque on skates, just without the salchows or so the claim goes. And naturally, I am curious if whether I could beat her in a skating race particularly because I can't skate. So we'll see if that challenge materializes.

Among the other topics of discussion from the night were Dolores's tattoo, Facebook, and Whitney Houston. Yes, Dolores has a tattoo of an ankh. She could be the female Moon Knight. Sadly, I could not get the location of the said tattoo out of her. I was only curious, just to give my "friend of all things supernatural" a hard time.

As for the latter topics, Whitney Houston and Facebook went hand-in-hand. Of all the people there, only Hot Amy was a prolific user of Facebook. Sadly, she knew more about Karen's relatives than Karen. Plus, apparently Facebook told everyone at the table that night that Whitney Houston passed away. Got to love social media. I still am curious about experimenting with Facebook to update my status based on my daily bowel movements, just to see what would happen. I can't imagine my status updates being any worse than the ones that are posted.

Anyway, it was a good time. The ride home was definitely interesting as well. Not only did I got to see women in their short short skirts walk around in the freezing night, but I got to drive 30mph getting onto the highway because the car in front of me was just that slow. Fun.