Saturday, March 14, 2009

Fishers of Men

Tonight I went on an adventure with my roommate Megan. She came home from the store today with the cutest little Disney Princess collapsible fishing pole you ever did see. So we decided to play with it a little bit and attach a dollar bill to it and try to get people to grab it. Little did they know that we were going to slowly reel in the coveted dollar in hopes of making them chase it (Secretly we were hoping become "fishers of men"... if ya know what I mean, but it's a secret so don't tell anyone).

We started out on our adventure by going over to the girls' dorms but there weren't very many people around so it wasn't working. I did get some good casting practice in, though. Then we realized that on Friday night is Latin dancing. Of course! So we headed over to the MC and after a few failed attempts to catch people outside, we decided to go inside and try our luck. We strategically placed the dollar at the bottom of the stairs but with no success. You'd be surprised at how many people just look at that dollar bill on the ground and don't pick it up. People are apparently a little to honest here. Still no luck.

Then we went upstairs where the actually dancing was. Again, we strategically placed the dollar right outside the entrance to the dance. We had a few bites but nobody really chased it. Then we had a bite from a guy that apparently thought we were pretty funny. He kept coming back to check on our progress and eventually he asked Megan to dance. What a guy! :) Then the dance was over and here was our chance to really get people. Then a horrible mistake happened. Somebody was dragging their feet and got a little tangled in the fishing line and as their concerned boyfriend tried to help them get out of it, someone walked in between the tangled soul and us, holding the fishing pole. Needless to say it was a little bit of a mess and kinda ruined the effect of the moving dollar bill for anyone that was watching. Oh well. So Megan's dance partner eventually ended up helping us try to get a few more bites and eventually took us home, asked for Megan's number/on a date as I waited awkwardly in the back seat of his car, and we went home. It was great. So the moral of the story is, if you try fishing for men, don't go to the girls' dorms.

2 comments:

  1. Holy. St. Francis. That was freakin' awesome. And I laughed out loud. And highly appreciate you, and your delightful sense of timing. Thank you. And, on a personal note, I highly enjoyed the awkward picture you painted. And all I'm saying is that it's too bad I didn't fly into IF this weekend. I suck. But love you.

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  2. Amen to everything Emmilie said. And you should try fly fishing.

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