While bowling this weekend with friends, we got to talking about how in the US, we count on our fingers starting with our index finger, while in Europe, they start with their thumb. It was just a curious, one-off observation until C tried to demonstrate the number four, European-style.
I am twenty-mumblemumble years old, and I should probably not find someone not being able to move their ring and pinkie fingers independently as funny as I do.
I my defence, he looked like a velociraptor, and velociraptors are always funny. They are even funnier when they try to redeem themselves by doing a Vulcan salute (i.e., a Spock hand). (I had no redeeming to do. Not only can I fold my pinkie down solo, I can also snap my fingers on one hand in the shape of a triangle while simultaneously snapping the shape of an L with my other hand. With a high-demand talent like that, it's a shock I'm not filthy rich.)
Also, I discovered that some people are totally incapable of not checking out a fellow bowler's butt.
I am not one of those people.
After bowling (and barbecue! Sweet, sweet barbecue...), we hit downtown for drinks and karaoke. It's been a while since I've been to a bar in a college town. So it was something of a revelation to get hit on by a guy calling himself "Rhino" who opened with, "How old are you? Are you way too old for me?"
(True: Try moving your right foot in a clockwise circle. Now draw a six in the air. Your foot just changed direction and also you look very silly.)