Storytellers III

So this is part three of my Storytellers series of entries. Probably my last until I get the list of all the things that happened, until now I've been getting them off the top of my head (my memory fails, so yes, it's that hard). So eventually there'll be a very long Storytellers IV.

So Cal's got quite a few nicknames, none of which I'll mention here (although "Cal" is one of them). But during the trip two more nicknames surfaced, courtesy of his brother. We were playing wall-ball/burn-ball while in the pool (how messed up is that? We ended up all being hurt and scratched not because of getting hit by the ball, but because of banging our bodies against everything while trying to get out of the pool) and we noticed that Cal had butter fingers when it came to catching the ball... be it the rubber ball or the American Football. So his brother made the connection before I did: Chandler. That's what I ended up calling him. Chandler. "So Chandler!" The other nickname will remain unsaid for his own sake.

On other occurences, I'll put something that we saw on the telly. We're watching the Soup, and there's this reality show where a guy tells this girl "you're so sweet you give me a toothache." Uhm, what? Seriously, what? Who uses that as a line? That is without doubt the stupidest thing you can say to a girl! Yes, even more than "I had a dream about you last night--think pervertedly." Well, perhaps not, but close.