I gave my number to a girl in class tonight.

Even though she's had my number for less than two hours... yeah, she can pretty much call anytime she wants.

Now I'll just try not to think too much about it. Tonight, anyway.

Edited 11:56 PM: She called! Whee! :)

The review of the new Prom Night is up at Movie-Popcorn. Believe it or not, it wasn't that bad.

Here are a few pics I've collected during my (job) travels over the past couple of years and never shared, for some reason.

Yes, some of them were taken at a school. Just because you work there doesn't mean you can spell.

Yesterday afternoon, I was gearing myself up to do something I've never done before: extend a hand in congratulations to the Kansas Jayhawk fans at work in the semi-unlikely event that they took the NCAA National Title in the finals that night.

Shortly after the game was over, I realized I would be offering no such congratulations. The 2008 NCAA Tournament will go down as the cheapest, easiest road to the championship I've seen in my lifetime.

Let's look at a few details.

Round 1: The first-seeded Jayhawks handily defeated a 16-seed (Portland State), securing a place in the history books alongside every single 1 to beat every single 16. Ever.

Round 2: KU then went on to beat an 8-seed (UNLV), impressing everyone in sight, except the people paying attention.

Sweet Sixteen: KU's next opponents, Villanova, were seeded twelfth, which was even lower than their previous opponents. Now I'm impressed. Is KU ever going to play anyone?

Elite Eight: How many first graders does it take to beat a 10-seed? Well, KU could only muster 59 points against Davidson and won by two. A 10 beating a 2 in the second round is news; a 1 beating a 10 by a bucket is just pathetic.

Final Four: The Jackhawks finally play someone who matters -- first-seeded North Carolina -- who, it has been scientifically proven, didn't show up.

Championship Game: First-seeded Memphis showed up but missed every key free throw of the game -- free throws that, by the way, would have prevented overtime. Then they didn't show up for overtime, leaving KU to pattycake their way into a national title.

So let's recap real quick:

1. A 16-seed
2. An 8-seed
3. A 12-seed
4. A 10-seed
5. A 1-seed that didn't show up.
6. A 1-seed that choked at the last minute.

That's our national champion?! Indeed it is, for what that's worth. They beat the tar out of the junior varsity squads (most of them, anyway), and picked up the pieces when the real competition fell asleep at the wheel. I hope the KU players are really happy with themselves -- they've accomplished absolutely nothing. Rock chalk, indeed.

Went to lunch with E.G. today, but beforehand, we swung by and saw her new apartment. She's in the process of moving out of her ex's place after finding out earlier in the week that he's been sleeping with someone else for about the last two months. That news came sometime late Sunday. Monday was her confession of sorts to me, and Tuesday it was confirmed that she'd be getting the apartment for sure. So her terrible news was followed up almost immediately by some pretty durn good news, and I was glad there was something of substance there to distract her. She probably missed out on the brunt of the pain because of it.

So I met up with her for lunch today and we made a detour by the new apt. It had that new carpet smell. It's going to work out really well for her, and I made the comment that she'll probably enjoy the hell out of not sharing her living space, as I have done for the past eight years. Plus, she'll have a cable internet connection, so you know... midget porn.

Mexican was on the menu, and our conversation was laced with innuendo and an ass-ton of laughs in a way that it never has been before. We did not behave, verbally. We covered our mouths in shock more than once. She is very entertaining, intelligent, and considerate, but I'm fighting the lukewarm urge to start seeing her, primarily because it is lukewarm, at least for the moment. I'm not shutting myself off to any possibilities; I'm completely open to the potential of the situation. I may get to know her and realize I can't live without her. It's just that it doesn't look like it's going in that direction, and that's a shame, because she is really, really into me, and has been for some time. I can tell, and I've had people tell me as well.

Tomorrow night, E.G. and a handful of us are heading up north to roll some more pins, maybe find some karaoke afterwards, and/or hit Dave & Busters. We're a bunch of kids, after all. Or we'd like to be.