Part 2
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| Let the games begin |
Even though Sarah only lives about 15 minutes away I left about
an hour ahead of time. I needed to try
and convince an unsuspecting worker at a couple places to hand her the clue to
our next location. In all my running
around it seems Sarah texted me that I had forgotten to clue her in on how to
dress for the evening’s festivities. (Ugh! I even had it written on my 'TO DO' list) I
didn't notice the message until I was leaving the final place, about 20 minutes
away. I quickly sent her a message that
I would be in something similar to what I was wearing the first time we
met. Jeans and a button down. Knowing full well this was a little too
late. Strike one for the home team.
When I arrived I knocked on her door, and handed her the instructions for the start of
the evening along with her first clue.
Improv is not a spectator sport. By its very nature it needs assistance from the audience. To start things off we need to get our audience suggestion. When we arrive at our first destination we need to ask someone a country they would like to visit. Also, I'm sure we have (discreetly) looked the other one over already. If there is anything missing, this will be the place to correct it. Put the card together and we'll head there next.
If we had a Rock Anthem
and
Built this on Rock and Roll
We could jump in our Starship
and LMFAO!
She put together that the Starships sang “We Built This City
on Rock and Roll” and LMFAO sings “Party Rock Anthem” so our first destination
was Party City. So we headed to my car
to make our way. When we got into the
car she put her blind lines/questions into the hat. We mix the 50 or so lines in the hat up, and
she suggests we each grab one. She reads hers to herself and just laughs. Of course I’m thinking what was in there that
was so funny? I bet you can guess the
one she grabbed right off the bat. Yep. “Do you put out”. Now when I put that in the hat, I figured IF
she drew it out it would be a ways into the date and she would realize it was
clearly a joke. If I drew it out I could
easily add something like “the garbage or do you make your son do that?” This was one of the very few times I have ever been embarrassed. She seemed
to take it as the joke I meant it but I won’t be surprised if when I read her
account of the night she viewed negatively.
Off we go to Party City.
We get to Party City and head inside. From the instruction scroll she puts together
we’ll be buying some accessories for us to take with us on the rest of our
night. We look around and she asks
another patron of the store a country they would most like to visit. We both learn that Hawaii is now its own country. Of course the woman I entrusted with the next
clue is nowhere to be found. This is not
running as smoothly as I imagined it would.
We make a lap through the store and Sarah picks out a white feather boa
for me, and some outrageous 50’s style pink glasses for herself. I come clean to Sarah that the person I gave
the next clue has failed me, but I have a backup one in the car just in case
this happened. About the same time this
conversation is taking place the guy behind the balloon counter gives Sarah the
next clue.
We may need more than one
Of the first four letters in
the second word
In the title of an oenophiles
favorite periodical.
You may need
more than one clue
And see the
light
I knew this clue was a bit harder than the other but she had
in her OkC profile that she loved wine so I thought there was a decent chance
she would get it. The hint on the back
was in reference to the instructions. If
you held the instructions up you would notice that the word “spectator” was
underlined from behind. She figured out
the clue pretty fast with just a bit of guidance (without the hint). We check out, and off to Spec’s we go.
Evidently people don’t normally walk into a liquor store
wearing feather boas and crazy pink sunglasses.
The ladies handing out samples of Grey Goose give us some sass and we
play along. Off to find some “Hawaiian”
wine. We decide California is close
enough and roll with that. The woman in
the wine department I gave the next clue comes over and hands Sarah the
following card.
The dogg that’s not a peanut
did the remix
‘So Sexy
in the Club’
With this artist.
Google
I didn’t really expect her to get this one. I knew she was a Snoop Dogg fan from her FB
page, but so am I and I had never heard this song before. The hint was “Google” which she did.
We’ll be taking our wine to Sophia.
When we check out she offers to pay for the wine.
This is one of those things I never know how to react to. I can never tell if you’re being tested if you’re cheap or if it’s a genuine offer. At improv we’re taught to accept all offers so I do. With all the places I Googled to figure out how to integrate Snoop into one of the clues and this was the best I could come up with.
We get to the restaurant bringing in the hat-o-blind
lines. This is the point I finally start
to relax. With all the running around,
depending on random strangers and trying to help with the clues but not too
much I was seriously distracted. The
next clue had been dropped off with the owner the night before so from here on
out I’m not worried about the scavenger hunt aspect. (I’d be
interested if Sarah noted any shift in my demeanor at this point.) Most of the date to
this point has been focused on the scavenger hunt so it is nice to take a break
and have a normal conversation. “BRAAAAWK”,
so much for that. She makes the first
mention of her blog of the night. This
clearly startled/shocked her, although it could have simply been the volume at which I clucked at. Needless
to say she knows she hit my trigger but hasn’t quite figured it out. The waiter brings over the next clue.
Although neither Atlantic nor
Pacific,
This is shore a good place for
planned unplanned fun.
There is an
east and west
The gulf is the
other one.
Since we had time she does not get much help with this
one. I do give her the clue it is
something we talked about the first time we met. She figures out we are next headed to Third
Coast Comedy for an improv show. I tell
her the show time and tickets are at will call. A pair of older couples are
seated next to us and we have some extremely good banter with them. By this time Sarah has figured out my
trigger and is having fun telling the table next to us all about how she has a
blog and we’re blogging about our date, me clucking away the whole time. (I distinctly remember during one point in our interaction with our new dining friends thinking 'She totally fits in with my friends.') At some point I figure out her trigger is
anytime I drink she has to play/twirl her hair.
Now I’m self-conscious about when I drink, I do want us to relax, enjoy
our meal, and have some normal interaction.
We keep this up most of the meal.
At dinner I found out I moved
down the list. I’m now number 5 on the
12 Dates of Christmas. Oh well. We lose track of time and Sarah realizes it’s
about 10 minutes to show time. We hurry
up and leave to make the show, but we have a 20ish minute drive ahead of us.
We arrive at Third Coast about 15 minutes into the show. Dang they rearranged the seating so the
couches are waaay in the back, we sit in the middle in the chairs. The next skit starts and they ask for a
volunteer to get on stage. We both
immediately turn to the other to figure out which one of us is going up first.
(This is THE point I realize we are two peas in a pod. No hesitation, no IF, just WHEN is the other going up) Unfortunately for Sarah, paper covers rock and I go up first, pink sunglasses and all. Sarah volunteers for the next skit and heads
up on stage, shedding boa feathers along the way.
While she’s on stage I have a chance to slip the next clue to my friend Lawrence, who is performing in the show.
A couple skits later it’s intermission.
We grab some drinks and relocate to a couch. The show continues and part way through the
second act IT happens.
You ever have one of those moments; it
happens in slow motion and you can recall it with perfect clarity?
This was one for me, and I wish I had the mastery of the English language to do it justice. An extremely funny moment on stage occurs and
Sarah doubles over in laughter, reaching her hand across me to the
far side of my outside leg. Maybe it's because in the Five Love
Languages (like most guys) touch is mine, but this is the exact
moment I went from “She's fun, I could see hanging out with her
again” to “I want to see where a relationship with Sarah goes.”. After the show Lawrence hands Sarah the final clue.
You’ll be sleeping here tonight
;-)
?
She obviously said her place (after she checked the hint on the back), which was the right
answer. I mean this is Quazy Quest, you
end where you started. Full disclosure: I did have a clue back at my place
which read “Well $@*% I didn’t see that coming or I would have picked up”
We’re heading back to her place and I realize it’s much
earlier than I thought we would be done.
I’ve had a blast all night and I really don’t want the night to
end. I’m having that internal debate of
do I finish the game, then propose to head back out, or vice versa when she
beats me to the punch. I can be clueless
as the next guy sometimes but anytime a pretty woman asks if "you'd like to go
to The Boom Boom Room” the answer is YES!
Turns out it’s a real place.
Once at the Boom Boom Room we drop the improv games and proceed as normally as the two us can be with a feather boa, pink sunglasses, and pimp hat full of dating questions. She’s getting
tired so we head back to her place. I
walk her to the door and give her the final scroll.
Congratulations!You have successfully completed the Quazy Quest. Thanks for being such a great sport and playing along. This was amazingly fun to put together. Since I wrote this a couple days ago I’m going to assume we both had a great time. Hey, would you look at that, mistletoe! (over)
Of course I forgot to write the “made you look” on the back
side so I simply tell her. Not sure that
joked worked out so well. She moves her
hand over us like she’s holding something and says “We can pretend some is
right here.” Daaaaamn she’s smooth. We’ll that’s all you get about that, but knowing everything that goes on will be written about for your
mother to see (love ya Ma) keeps a guy from trying to stretch a single into a double.
I pull back into the parking garage at my complex and begin to unload. That's when I noticed she did the classic leave behind. Her sweater is in my back seat...
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