chivalry isn't dead . . . snaggle isn't either

yesterday felt so momentous that i really wanted to have the energy to post at 2:45 when we finally got home from eat n' park. but i didn't have it. and now that i'm sitting down to post (and once again avoiding any sort of memorizing for major barbara - i am in big trouble), i'm not sure that any event will seem all that eventful. things always seem so much more important in the middle of the night.

one acts closed last night. i don't think anyone is really mourning their loss. as a surprise, garrett and diana and kat and i'm sure other people were all there. that made me happy. afterwards, diana and i foolishly decided to watch batman begins. we love the movie, but we had so much to catch up on. (and i really really really do love that movie. such a great message; it isn't what you say or abstain from that defines you, its what you choose to do). afterwards, me + diana + lots of music majors went to e n' p. two important things happened there. 1. i met the dan guy that i've heard so much about and apparently met twice before. everyone talks so much about him and i was sad that he and i weren't friends. its always lovely to meet someone who people speak so highly of and realize that everything they say is more than true. 2. snaggle was there! (for those who don't know, snaggle is the literally one-toothed wonder who often graces e n' p with his presence late at night. he is an unshaven, unwashed, greasy haired, cowboy hat, perverted kind of guy . . . in other words, a true delight). snaggle loved the leopard print tank top my dad had just gotten me as special treat for one-acts. he loved it so much that he was kind of making a small ruckus about it and it was kind of getting uncomfortable. kayla came to try and protect me, but that only gave snaggle two girls to harass. then suddenly, out of nowhere, my new friend dan appears and stands by kayla and i until we finally end the conversation. girls may go on and on about independence and strength and liberation and blah blah blah, but we really just love it when we feel protected. and it doesn't need to be a boyfriend type of thing. personally, i think it can mean even more when a friend does it, because his motivations are pretty almost guaranteed to be pure. so thank you dan. our friendship is off to a lovely start.

moral of the post: at the end of the day, we all want a man who will fight for us.