As I just sat down to blog about the hilarity that was Saturday night, I quickly skimmed Jamie's blog and realized she beat me to it. Dang, but also, thanks.
For a great recap on Clemson Cutie, The Shirt and our tiny heads, please visit www.lulledbythetrain.com.
There was another weirdo last night that Jamie didn't mention in her recap. This guy was as out of place at Brother Jimmy's (think collegiate, crazy fun party bar) as I was tonight at hip-hop class. (more on that utter humiliation later)
So upon arrival, JMart, LJ and I cozied up to the bar to get close to a.)the TVs showing the Kansas game (I say Kansas game because I don't know that UNC was there) and b.) the smokin' hot bartender. Standing in our vicinity was this super short fellow who had to be about 40 years older than anyone else in the bar. He was all by himself and he quite closely resembled an Oompa-Loompa from the recent Johnny Depp version of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.
To counteract his lonesomeness, he decided to stand as close to me as he possibly could without me actually hoisting him on my hip toddler style. After getting creepily cozy for a while, Lauren offered to switch spots with me since I was tired of him freakishly relishing our proximity. After we switched, his small self was eclipsed by Lauren's beautimous hair, thus he couldn't see me anymore and I didn't have to look at his beady eyes. Whew, disgusto man averted.
That was until he started poking his little head out from behind Lauren's curly blonde locks. Imagine this little Oompa-Loompa guy clandestinely peeking around her head until I could just see one of his eyes... ick-orama.
As you can imagine, that's when we peaced out from our bar-side perch and headed for less Oompalicious territory.