Yesterday, I had one of the strangest dates of my entire life. Actually, the whole story is a bit of an inside joke. You see, it was not even supposed to be MY date. A friend of mine bought tickets to a Ron White show, he was appearing in Ithaca for the weekend. However, my friend was stuck with an extra ticket when the guy she asked to go declined for (unfortunately) reasonable reasons. I interject "unfortunately" because if the reasons were not reasonable, she would have have had a right to be bitchy and upset, and we could have had a man-hating party. Instead, we had a date. So, an hour before leaving, we realized all of our money was located conveniently on little plastic rectangles known as bank cards. This does us little good trying to get out of the village of Aurora. The transportation fare had to be paid in cash, and because it was Sunday, the bank was closed, and the college cashier's office was closed as well. So, we scrambled around our dorm for the appropriate change, scrounging nickels and dimes from coat pockets and desk drawers and miscellaneous purses. Needless to say, we made the appropriate amount, because we got to the show. The show was so-so. I mean, as far as comedy goes, it wasn't too bad. In order to enjoy it, you have to forget not to be sexist, racist, or unpatriotic...but still, that is expected. The interesting part came late on, when I took time to explain all the sexual innuendo from the show. We then went to Starbucks, chatted over a mocha latte Frappicino and some banana bread, and had, all in all, a pretty good time. But we didn't get any reactions from people. Pretending to be a lesbian couple was interesting though...I must admit. However, I still prefer men. Sorry sweetie!