Ralph J. Miguel

Hola. Hey-remember when hooking up was easy? In the past month some of the best stories of my life have been created. However, with the good comes the bad. Out of respect for anyone who reads this I will skip the juicy details however two Carletons in a row...produced. And you know the feeling when you wake up, it's something like this, "man once she leaves i'll never have to deal with that again". Well, experience says that's not true. I met one of them in Amsterdam a few weekends ago and luckily for me I was so stoned I didn't remember my name...let alone hers. But if I knew what language they spoke in Amsterdam AND knew how to speak it(and spell it) the word for awkward would probably be something like geehhgsleststrand. However, when compared to my present situation that's like dinner from 2 nights ago- forgotten. See, outside my door now are friends and housemates of one lucky lady who I knew pretty well one night (not too) long ago. Do they remember me? I dunno, they were drunk then and are drunk now...but so am I, and I remember them. Funny part: I told them my name was Ralph J. Miguel. And the sign on my door says 'Kyle'.