... not that there's anything wrong with that.

Jerry in Seinfeld was always being mistaken for a homosexual because he was single, thin, neat, and clean. There are several episodes where he must prove his heterosexuality even when George tries to dispute in futile attempts using Jerry as a gay scapegoat to get out of a current relationship. All the while Jerry must reiterate: not that there's anything wrong with that. I likewise have had to assert the now common catch phrase. I mean I am single, not really thin, somewhat neat, and clean.





This past week, I feel that I've had a few experiences that certainly merit the "... not that there's anything wrong with that" slogan. After watching Real World VS. Road Rules: The Island at Katie Jo's house, my friend Eric and I were leaving on my motorcycle (yes two-up on the bike). Katie Jo's roommate was walking up the drive-way as we were sitting on the bike ready to take off. We engaged in some chit-chat for a while and then Kate Gildea came out of the house with treat bags for us (the bags were made of the delicious Chex treat that Kate had made for the show). Some how we got on the topic of how Eric was fat but yet he still wanted to go to Taco Bell and he and I go into a mild bickering match. We said our good-bye and drove off into the night. 20 minuets after arriving home, I got a text from Kate that read: Yup, just was asked if you were gay.

Saturday I after the football game I came back to my place and got into a really good cleaning groove, tackling both the kitchen and bathroom. By the time I had finished it was 8:30 and Rick texted me saying he was hungry and that we should go to the Chili's. I called Eric but he was with a girl, who he subsequently ended up kissing that night, so it looked like it would be just me and Rick going out to dinner (... not that there's anything wrong with that). We were seated and the hostest asked if it was just the two of us, in a "wow, these guys are either gay or really pathetic" -kind of way. After making a joke that yes it was just the two of us but that we weren't "together" we were seated. Right behind us were a

couple of girls that I've known since my Frosh year here at USU. We exchanged salutations and they made the joke that they'd be eavesdropping. (Exactly like what happened in the Seinfeld season 4 episode where the journalist eavesdrops on Jerry and George pretending to be gay). Our conversation for the evening (Rick and myself) consisted of talking about how "our day is coming" and "if that guy can get a girl, we surely can too." When all of a sudden one of our really good friends - who is gay - walked into the Chili's

on a date. He left his date for a second and came over to talk to us. He inquired about our entrees and we made small chat. I made the joke that we were just discussing how not-gay we were. He chuckled and said, "Oh, used to have that discussion with myself all the time ." Rick and I looked up and each other and just shook our heads. Our friend giggled and returned to his date. When the waiter came he asked if he should do one or separate checks. We then bombarded him with comments of making the check absolutely as separate as possible!





It was an interesting week. One that I believe probably shouldn't be reflected upon too much. For the future I no doubtingly will be making an asserted effort to plan more dates (with girls) and have something set up so that there is no confusion as to weather I'm gay or not, not that there's anything wrong with that.

Peach Days

Last weekend I had the chance to partake in a colloquial event that could only be rivaled by the Box Elder County Fair. The coming together I speak of is none other than Brigham City's own Peach Days. Now, up until 2:30 p.m. on Saturday, I didn't even know that Peach Days existed. However, a good friend, who's father-in-law was showing his GTO in Peach Days Classic Car Show, sent me a text telling me to get my trash over the hill to sink my teeth into the succulent display of all that Brigham has to offer.

Off we went, my self and a few of my closest friends. Nothing could have prepared me for what I encountered. If I could break down what a saw in perhaps terms of musical genres, Peach Days was 35% Country, 18% Western, 27% Mariachi, 13% Rock-Rap, 17 % Industrial-Trash, and 89% Kick-Ass! Granted my percentages may be off, but then again, I think Peach Days might be also.

Enjoy the Hot Girls At USU While They're Around

A couple of years ago, I was working with a good friend of mine who had recently graduated from USU. We were talking about USU and the plethora of attractive females that it seemed to have. However, he presented a theory that I have come to somewhat believe. He stated that the "hot" girls on the USU Logan campus were all part of an effort to maintain retention of students. He presented the idea that the University paid attractive girls to walk around campus in the fall when the weather was nice. Of course they would be obliged to wear somewhat revealing clothing as to draw as much attention to them as possible. This would be done in an effort to remind the USU male students of how much they loved USU and likewise how much they had missed it over the summer. During the winter there wouldn't be much use for the "hotties" so they would then disappear only to return when the weather in Logan would once again be conducive to shorts, skirts, and tank tops in the spring. The good looking ladies would then remind the male students how great USU was and that they (the boys) would surely be missing USU over the summer. Is it true? I don't know, but pay attention around campus as the weather changes and just take notice.