skit

a buddy of mine asked me to go on a group date with him tonight.

i haven’t been on a group date since college.

but don’t worry! they haven’t changed.

a group of us drove up to millcreek canyon and made tinfoil dinners. five couples. four of the five guys live together (my date was the odd man out), and each of them brought a girl who was way too cute for them (my date was not the odd man out… kidding!).

we made tin foil dinners and sat around the bonfire and chit-chatted and then there was a lull in the conversation.

one of the guys said, “ok, ladies. we’re gonna do a skit for you.”

and i laughed because, haha, good times. remember when we were 17 and did stuff like that?

but then he was like, “okay, come on guys. let’s do a skit.”

and the guys stood up and conferenced with each other for a second and then... well… they did a skit.

and then they did a second one.

and then one of the other guys showed us a game he learned in scouting.

and then someone proposed that we go around the circle and share our most awkward kissing story.

and maybe i’m just inhibited, but the only thing going through my head was, “i’m 34 years old i’m 34 years old i’m 34 years old…”

i mean, it was fine. bonfire and a skit… whatever. but i have a new theory that the mere act of going on a group date makes people revert to 16 year olds. or age into scouting leaders.

either way.