magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

I went to a party tonight, way out in Bensonhurst or somewhere (Brooklyn's quite a large place) with some of Dan's friends from high school. And I don't want to point fingers or anything, but let me put it this way, even with the fact that he works in a computer store and has been spending all his free time recently watching the complete series of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, Dan's the least dorky of the bunch. Now, I was definitely a dork in high school myself, and I'm sure that I occasionally still show signs of it, but by the time I was in my early twenties, as they are, I can't imagine I was still that bad.

Okay, by way of example, they spent the entire subway trip, over an hour, discussing the letters column of MacAddict magazine, hard disk failures, and their own computer / television / video gaming setups. At the party they spent hours arguing about which of the actresses in Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back is the 'hottest'.

Granted, there was alcohol, and I got a nice little buzz on drinking Jack and gingers. And towards the end of the night we played a Russian card game which I rather enjoyed.

Having lived the lifestyle, I do still harbour something of a soft spot in my heart for their (ignorant) plight. But, I can see why it's not a popular social clique to be a part of.

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On the train ride home, Dan and I had a still somewhat nerdish, but considerably more interesting conversation about music theory, colour theory, and language.