a date update

Okay. I’ll cut right to the chase here. I went on a date on Saturday night. Aaandrew came to my house, we drank champagne (it was the only booze I had in the house), then hit up the party around the corner. We kept referencing the fact that we were on a date, which was very funny. There would be an inevitable awkward pause, and he would announce, “okay, this date is over.” At the party I went up to everyone I knew, with him in tow, and said, “Hi! This is Andrew! We’re on a date!” At one point we walked past these two random girls, and Andrew heard one say, “They’re on their first date.” Hilarious. Anyway, party led to drinking, led to flirting, led to kissing, led to sleepover (Rated PG), led to hungover breakfast together, led to afternoon spent watching “Bottle Rocket” in bed. Oh yes, friends. We’re talking 18 hour date here. Needless to say I had a lot of fun. Dating is actually not as soul-destroying as I remember it. Anyway, my old-maid fears are shrinking fast.
So I think it’s actually heart-hunting season. My good friend Travis Eliot just got dumped by his girlfriend of a year and a half. It’s insane. Travis is like, the catch of the century, so I don’t know what this girl’s deal is. Isn’t Spring supposed to be the season to fall in love? Isn’t your heart supposed to be sledge-hammered around the Christmas holidays? I don’t understand. Apparently, Spring is also the season of having your shit stolen (see Liz and Kelly). Sigh. The cherry blossoms and daylight savings time are really gonna have to work overtime to compensate for this bullshit.
PS Do I overuse parenthasis and hyphens? I’d hate to be a punctuation whore!