By Popular Request

It has been requested that I do a blog about my recent date. Actually, it wasn't all that recent, and I've told everybody who cares about it already anyways. So this blog will not be about that date. Sorry to disappoint. But, so the title isn't totally useless, I shall instead proceed to write about how I got asked to Homecoming this past week. (Even though it actually isn't by popular request, but whatever. Same diff.) Apparently last Friday while I was in Vegas for some wedding or something like that, I got asked. The person asking me came up with this creative plan, and drove over to my house, put it on my doorstep, rang the doorbell, then ran away and waited. And waited. And then finally remembered I was out of town. Bummer.

The following Monday after play practice I was standing around talking with a bunch of people, all of whom were in on the plan to ask me. They were all talking about it, but I had no idea what they were talking about, and so was incredibly confused. I told them they either had to stop talking about it or tell me what it was about, but they did neither. I was all freaking out about it till finally one of the boys, named Isaac, pulled me over and said, "So you haven't been asked to Homecoming yet, have you? Yeah, I'm gonna ask you. And I'm just telling you this because I don't know when I'll have time to go to your house again and drop it off, and I want you to have some more notice than 2 days before the dance or something." He then explained how he had already tried that weekend. He also said it was terribly punny, emphasis on the terrible.

Then 2 days ago, Thursday, I was blissfully sitting at home on the compute studying for an AP Euro test when the doorbell rang. I had this strange feeling it would be the thing for Homecoming. It was. It's a poster that says, " I would [then there was a jar of pickle relish taped on that's label said RELISH] going to the dance with you!" So it translates to, "I would relish going to the dance with you!" Then at the bottom there was a Kit Kat taped on, and in little tiny letters it said, "Have a Kit Kat." All righty then. Even though I got gross pickle relish, I also got a delicious Kit Kat! Oh, and I got asked to the dance, so I guess it all evens out.

Oh, I also told this riveting story for TV West. It's a show they do every week at West. I was sitting at lunch yesterday with my friends, eating food (shocker, I know), when some TV West people came by and asked if any of us were going to Homecoming. My hand shot up in the air, and they asked me if I'd mind sharing how I got asked on TV West. so I did. That'll show Isaac for being punny and giving me pickle relish! Mwahaha!

When I told my mom who had asked me and said that she'd met him before, because he was on our epic group date (which was frisbee golfing, just FYI) that met at our house, her 1st reaction was, "Oh, is he that short boy?" Nice tact, Mom, nice tact. He's not all that short! Yeah, I'm taller than him, but she doesn't need to make me feel so self conscious about it! Haha, so yeah, that's the awesome story of how I got asked to Homecoming

PS: John, being the suave, debonair charmer that he is, helped me to come up with a witty reply. I'll post it later in a comment after I've actually done it. Be excited!