Alcohol as a social lubricant...

This Friday was supposed to be an easy, relaxing, rest-up-for-the-weekend kind of day. All went to plan for the better part of the evening, sat around IMing with various friends, watched some TV, took a few calls, one of which was from Jenny, my new hottie Asian Friendster friend. My e-mail reply to her initial contact indicated that I'd love to show her around in whatever limited capacity my new-to-Charlotte ass was capable, but since she was only in town for a short while, time was of the essence in our meeting and getting to know one another. To that end, I left her with various means of getting in touch with me: IM, e-mail, mobile number. So she calls, we chat, and as it turns out, she's really cool. Very relaxed attitude, hip, pretty, basically your archetypal California girl. Some time later, I get another call, and we have another very nice conversation. We agree that we seem to be hitting it off, and that a meeting is in order. They're out drinking and carousing tonight, (with karaoke being bandied about as the next weapon of choice...) so we'll make plans to do so pretty soon. I decide to try and stay up a bit so as to persuade my body to sleep late tomorrow, all in the hopes of making Saturday night that much more seamless. Then I get a 3am (possibly drunk-dialed) call. Jenny's bored at karaoke, and how would I like to meet up with them? Hrm...this would certainly seem to be an instance where one should strike while the iron is hot, and hell, I'm not doing anything that won't keep. I get in the car with only the vaguest notion of where I'm going (University area) and head on down the road. They direct me via phone to the rendezvous point, and lo and behold, here's Jen, even cuter in the flesh than in her Friendster photos! Score! She hops in the car with me, and we proceed to get to know one another on our way to Denny's in the little Asian caravan. She seems a little buzzed, just enough to overcome her alleged shyness around new people, and I'm definitely finding myself attracted to her. Chat some more, arrive at Denny's, meet the gang (consisting of cousins and husbands/wives/signifigant others. Dine on a light breakfast, work on schmoozing the group, say our goodbyes, make plans for more private time. Arrive home at 6:10 to an e-mail from her, I'll have to try and reach her tomorrow to make plans. Wonder how much prep she'd need to bring her to the club and introduce her to the group? Hrm...guess time will tell on that one...

Developments as they occur...