Kaonashi Ga Suki

So this past weekend my bf and I attended UCLA’s Young Alumni Reunion party. We are both alums of the school. The basic idea is that the school wants to hook in recent graduates (graduates within the past 5 years) by having them giving money to the Alumni Association and all that stuff. Don’t they realize that recent graduates are still up to their eyeballs in financial aid bills, and that the last thing they want to do is give more money to the school they just left?

Anywho…

This is the 3rd year my boyfriend and I attended. It’s a pretty fun party. They gussy up Pauley Pavilion (where the basketball games are played) and put in a bar, card tables (for blackjack, poker, or roulette- they give you play money to gamble with), food stands, couches, and of course, computers where people can sign up for the Alumni Association. This year there was a live band, which was a nice improvement.

They also hold contests with prizes that range from a Kobe Bryant autographed basketball, to an entertainment package consisting of CDs and movie tickets, to an iPod. After cashing in our play money to get tickets, my bf went ahead with our combined tickets to enter one of the contests. I saw him a little later and asked him which one we entered. He explained that he put in all our tickets for this one prize drawing that had the smallest number of entries. It was for something called, “Hurry Date”, which he thought was something where the winners would go to a lot of cool places in a hurry in one night.

When they started announcing the winners, the host explained that “Hurry Date” was a speed dating service. Have you seen The 40-Year-Old Virgin? There’s a scene where the main characters try their luck and go on these 1 minute dates with a bunch of women. They’re in a restaurant and they just move from table to table.

My bf and I looked at each other in surprise. This was NOT what we wanted.

I stared at my bf in disbelief.

I. Am. So. Going. To. Kill. You., I thought to myself.

“I didn’t know! I thought it was a different sort of thing!” he babbled.

“If you weren’t sure, why didn’t you ask first what it was about?” I grumbled.

“But there were so many people, and it was so crowded!”

“Still! You don’t enter something you don’t know!”

“But it had the least amount of entries! I thought we would have the best chance of winning!”

“Yeah, and now I see why it had the least entries! Because no one needs this sort of thing!” I yelped exasparatedly. “Man, I hope we don’t win.”

We looked at our tickets as the host read the winning numbers.

We had the winning ticket.

We groaned out loud and trudged over to pick up our prize.

“We didn’t know what this prize was about until just now. We’re together you see. We don’t need this,” my bf tried to explain to the prize committee. Of course, they could do nothing but chuckle sympathetically at us.

“Man, if I could only just give this away to one of our friends or someone at work,” my bf mused.

“No way, dude. That would be so insulting to them. They’d think that we think they’re so desperate for a date that they’d want to speed date several people at once.”

“I think I’ll just sell it on eBay.” he thought.

“Now that’s a good idea.”

Oh well. I mean, it’s not like we were going to win any of the other prizes, and at least we may be able to make a profit out of our prize by selling it to the highest bidder.

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