dork with a capital d.

but the story is still awesome. here goes.

aaron (of spending halloween with hunter s. thompson fame) was in town and wanted to check out the renovations to downtown okc. so we fought for a parking spot and fought even harder for a seat at the bar in the mantle. j and kj were there having dinner with some other friends so they would drift over to drink with us for awhile then drift back when their next course arrived. (an aside comment here on the restaurant, the mantle. j and kj's party spent fitty some buck a plate on dinner and had to sit on folding chairs. i'm sorry, but that's just handicapped. to their credit, however, the bartender was really cute and bc aaron flirted with her we got the cute-guy discount and she ended up giving us about $150 some worth of booze for FORTY-TWO DOLLARS. i could NOT believe it. i mean, i know aaron is cute, but is he really THAT cute? must be. she even called him "sweet pea." she called me "baby" but aaron said that was cause she thought i was being childish. damn him.)

at midnight they doled out the champagne and we went outside to toast the new year in with a huge fireworks display. we cheered, we kissed, and then began the toasts. first of course was "to the new year." then jerm and i toasted "to magnolia." someone asked if bricktown had a big ball to drop, you know, like they do in times square. well, jeremy, being jeremy, muttered something about "well i have TWO big balls ..." something something and everybody giggled. then somebody, and i have no idea who started it, toasted, "to jeremy's balls!" so our little group giggled and all toasted with gusto, "to jeremy's balls!"

then the drunken group of strangers standing around us toasting each other start toasting, i swear to god, "to jeremy's balls!"

this about did us in. we were laughing so hard i was afraid someone was gonna choke. and then it got better.

this little group of people standing behind us apparently was made up of some russian dudes. and suddenly one guy, at the very top of his english-as-a-second-language lungs in his foreign accent YELLS

"TO YYYEREMY'S BWALLS!!"

and the whole crowd choked and responded in kind:

"TO YYYEREMY'S BWALLS!!"

not the sort of thing you hear everyday, that's for damn sure. i attribute it all to aaron's presence. he's some sort of vortex of fabulous bizarreness.