Day 30: Remember The Time...I Was Awesome, And Pretty Cool, And Not A Klutz

I never really thought of myself as a cool person. James Dean is cool. My tattoo artist is cool. I am not. That’s not to say I don’t carry myself lowly. I don’t do that either. Remember the time I was cool, just met these 2 girls, slid down a couple of banisters and split my pants in the process then had to tie my jacket around my waist for the rest of the day?

I was in my freshman year of college, and I was hanging out with two of my friends. We met a couple of girls that night and everything seemed to be going pretty well. I’m usually a pretty funny person, which makes people feel decently comfortable around me.  That’s pretty much how the night went. I’d talk. They’d laugh. Got ‘em.

The end of the night came. Actually the night had been over for a few hours. We parted ways from the girls at around 8am. Thinking pretty highly of myself because I had not had a socially awkward night, I decided to slide down the banisters. 4 of them to be exact. It was impish. Girls like impish. Besides I had never really done it before, and it always looked so cool. I slid down the first one singing the Saved By The Bell theme song. The 2^nd banister down went even more smoothly. The 3^rd one though, curse the 3^rd one, happened to be the bane of my night. My back pocket got caught on the tip of the post, and I, of course, fell.

I stood up, and everyone including myself was laughing pretty hard. Then I stood up and asked, “Why… why do I feel cold!?!” I looked backwards and had noticed that my pants had ripped from my back pocket down to my knee. The girls laughed as did I, but inside I was convinced that this was it. this is what’s going to wind me up as Mayor of the Friendzone. I was right, but we all got pretty close. It turns out that ripping the ass out of my pants more than broke the ice, and the next few months were a world of awesome fun.  Never again, though, will I slide down a banister.