Salsa

Honestly, I don't have much to say about the NBA draft that hasn't already been said, but I did find the following comment made by Bill Simmons in his draft diary to be pretty clever:

The Mavs take Maurice Ager at No. 28. He puts his head in his hands and starts sobbing hysterically as his entourage congratulates him. It's about time we had some emotion tonight, dammit. Ager walks up to the stage in a triple-breasted, oversized beige suit, goes to shake hands with Stern and immediately gets whistled for a foul on Dwyane Wade.

Call me a whiny Mavs fan if you will, but I appreciate that comment...Mavs should have won, dammit! I am not bitter! I am not bitter! I can let this go! Oh, who am I kidding?....

So the real reason we all came here today is that I wanted to share with you what happened early yesterday evening. Me and my buddy, RT, were dry walling some holes that got made in the walls of his apartment. Not gonna say how they got there, but lets just say they got there. Regardless, after two trips to the Depot and one trip to the beer store, me and RT go at this thing to cut out a piece of the wall and replace it. We were semi-successful. Which goes to show that when you combine a full set of tools, a six pack of beer, and the ingenuity of two college grads, there is no ceiling to what you can achieve.

Anyways, one patched wall and 6 beers later, as we finished up putting the last bit of spackle in place, RT looks up at me from the sofa and delivers this little gem:

"Viddy, Screw it. Just slap it up there, and let's go Salsa Dancing."

That's not even the worst part. I was completely unfazed by what he said and I agreed. It wasn't until a few seconds later when I said,

"Dude, thats the gayest thing you've ever said. But yeah, call the girls. Let's go."

Honestly, I'm not sure what to make of this whole thing. I mean has there ever been a such a drastic swing from being manly to being unquestionably unmanly? Not that there is anything wrong with salsa dancing with girls. Its really fun, but going from SheetRock to a dance floor is a bit of a change. Well regardless, we had fun, but I couldn't help think about what Ryan said before we went to the girl's place,

"Viddy, there aren't too many guys who can go from dry walling to salsa dancing, yet we pull it off swimmingly."

Agreed. But personally, I'm just not really sure what to think about that.