On Tuesday Night's, I've been attending Quiz Night at Bondi's. Normally I do alright in helping my team out, but tonight was just NOT my night. The categories and questions just weren't things I knew much about (the focus was the '80s).

A combination of drinks and my desperation to contribute to my team led to an amusing moment where apparently I got really animated at being able to identify the song and movie for one of the questions (category was "Music in Movies"). 

Unfortunately for my manliness, the song and movie I identified was Leann Rimes' "Can't Fight the Moonlight" from "Coyote Ugly." Ohhhhhh crap.

(In my defense, that movie was SO INCREDIBLY deceptive - it seemed like a totally awesome guy movie ("hot girls dancing in skimply clothes"), but it turned out to be a TOTAL chick flick. DUDES BE WARNED. IT'S NOT WORTH IT TO SEE PIPER PERABO.)

The second contribution I made in that category was identifying "Irene Cara" as the singer whose career launched from the songs from the movie Footloose.

Dear LORD, I have REALLY suspect musical tastes.

But that's not the worst of it. Last week when Hannah visited, I decided to let my iPod do a random song selection for our ride back. Guess what the first song was?

Vanessa Carlton's "A Thousand Miles."

And the third song? The Spice Girls' "2 Becomes 1." Annnnnnndddd I guess that's Hannah's first impression of me!

I know some guys are burdened with having that "quality" that makes them seem gay when they're really not - unfortunately in my case, I don't have anybody else to blame except myself.

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In all seriousness, I oftentimes wonder what people who've read this Tabulas extensively think when they first meet me in real life. As much as I have always loathed it, my reputation tended to precede me back in high school and college (the reason I loathed it is that my relationships with people always ended up confined based on their perception of what they heard - and my shyness - oftentimes confused for aloofness - never improved those relationships. This is also why I try very, very hard to be too swayed by first impressions, or to even generate them). 

I don't take writing in this Tabulas very seriously (this entry should be a clear indication of that) - I tend to highlight either the (1) most embarassing events or (2) the most depressing events.

So people who have just gotten to know me through this journal generally get the most absurd events, or the most depressing ones. What kind of picture that must paint!

I've just been thinking about this lately because I've been meeting up with a lot of random Tabulas users lately (Steph in Seattle, Hannah in SD, and looks like there's a couple San Diegans who want to meet up, too!). I guess they're all able to see through the sarcasm and silliness, cause otherwise they'd just be meeting up with one weird dude.