a history of me

I came home so late last night I forgot to tell you what I did. I had a bit of a dilemma yesterday but I (rather smoothly) got myself out.
There's a play on campus right now which I have to see for my Acting class. Planning ahead, I bought a ticket for Friday night before I realized that would conflict with my AGA meeting. Indeed, the play and the meeting both started at 8:00 and all ticket sales are final. I showed up Friday evening asked them nicely to exchange them and, just as I expected, they said "Sorry, no." Typical automaton behavior, but I was ready. I stood outside the theater and waited for people to approach. Within five minutes I found two people looking for tickets. I offered my ticket at a bargain ($5 when I had paid $8) but I didn't have any change for a ten. Surprisingly, the customer told me to keep the change. It seems one of them was not a student and was expecting to pay $12, so a $10 ticket was still a bonus for him. But it was a far bigger bonus for me, since I made $2!
I went to AGA meeting and we were cut short because of some kind of mix-up in the quad office, as usual. Thankfully we still got two hours but we normally meet for 3+, hanging out and playing games. Since we broke early I actually went with a couple people back to their room and we played those games ourselves. The most challenging one by far was Dance Dance Revolution. Mikhail (the club president) owned the game and had two dance pads. He obviously plays it a lot and he plays on the "Heavy" level. I stuck to "Light" which was more than enough of a challenge for someone as woefully out of shape such as myself. We also played a really tricky music game called Gitaroo Man. The controls are pretty complicated as you have to follow a line with the analog stick while pressing and releasing a button to follow the rhythm, sometimes abandoning the stick and just pressing four different buttons in time with the music. Again, Mikhail had been playing it a lot and thoroughly defeated me each time.

I didn't get home until after one. The bus was full of drunken revelers who were keen on singing lame tunes very loudly. They kind of made me wish I had been drinking while playing DDR. That sounds like a party.