Book my face

So after copious encouragement, nagging, and cajoling, and after spending an entirely too entertaining evening with MD and his crew, I made a profile on facebook this morning. Then I was trolling through the profiles, seeing all these people I know here at school, and feeling like a COMPLETE STALKER. I'm no stranger to the semi-stalk (object not subject), and this is why I resisted putting it up there in the first place, but as MD has said repeatedly in trying to convince me, it's yet another useful tool of procrastination. I'm not sure how much I'll use it. For one thing I've only got one friend right now -- which makes me feel like a facebook loser -- and I feel like adding people to your friends list makes presumptuous use of the term friend. I know. I'm insane.

FB aside, do I have a funny story for you.
So last night, when it was clear that no amount of begging would get me a female escort, I decided to go by myself to MD's friend's house to meet up with him and then go to the bar. Before we left our screening last night he gave me a rough description of where the house was (on Earl near University, right at the mouth of that alley that leads from the back of the JDUC) and an address: 207 Earl.
So I put up my hair, put on my make up, and set out intrepidly by myself at 9:45. I was feeling a little nervy about showing up at a stranger's house toute seule, especially a stranger's house filled with men, but I thought nah, you live with men, you're used to being with groups of them on your own. No problem.
Well imagine my growing discomfort when, looking at the house numbers, it became apparent that 207 would be nowhere near University. I went on to discover that there actually is no 207 on Earl AT ALL. Neither is there a 270, just in case MD was slightly dyslexic. When I got to 277, a house which does actually face the opening of ONE OF the alleys that leads from the back of the JDUC, and a surreptitious peek in the window told me there was a group of guys sitting drinking in the window, I gulped and knocked on the door.
Unfortunately they were having such a good time that they couldn't hear me knocking. On my third attempt, a guy came up the walk behind me with a large bottle of liquor in his hand and walked in the front door.
"Hi, you can just walk in here you know," he said.
"Umm..." I said. "You wouldn't happen to know MD would you?"
"M who?"
"Oh my god."
"Hey!" he said to the guys in the house. "Anyone here know a MD?"
The reply came: "M who?"
I started to back away from the door.
"Okay," I said. "Sorry, never mind then."
The guy in the entry way gestured expansively with his bottle. "You're welcome to come in and hang out with these fine gentlemen."
"Uh," I said. "I don't think so."
"There's six of them!"
"And there's that crazy kid with no shirt on in the kitchen!" someone put in from the living room.
"Thanks, but no." I said, laughing, and walked away.

I went and got some cash, and tried to decide what to do. I have a friend who lives on Earl, but I knew she was doing work and didn't want to bug her unnecessarily. I could go home for half an hour and try to meet them at the bar.
Finally I decided to walk up to University and check out another alley that leads from the JDUC.
And LO, at the entrance to that one was a house marked 307!
I again peeked in the door, and sitting there was a guy I was pretty sure MD had shown me pictures of on Facebook (See? says TM. It IS useful after all). I knocked tentatively, he opened, and I asked again:
"Um... is MD here?"
"M who?" he said, looking at me confused.
"Oh holy shit."
But then a voice from inside said, "Dude, he's sitting right here."
"Oh," said the guy. "Right."
I walked in and there he was sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand.
"Hey," he said. "I didn't think you were going to make it."
"You totally told me 207 Earl."
"Isn't this 207?"
"This is 307."
"Oh man, sorry A."
"It's okay. Luckily for you there is no 207 Earl. There is however a 277 and THOSE guys think I'm crazy."