I figured now would be an appropriate time to tell you I have fallen madly in love. My new squeeze's name starts with an "R," ends with a "D," and has a "eal Worl" in between. The TiVo gods above recently graced my favorite little cable box with the 16th installment of The Real World. This time, kids, they're messing with Texas.
My only "real" complaint with the show so far is the fact that their house has a giant neon sign on it which reads "AUSTIN," like we (or the perpetually drunk cast) might forget where they are at some point. Cool house, really gay sign.
The booze isn't even out on the first day, and hugs are flying around the house like it's a high school retreat. Everyone is "so happy" to meet their roommates and "can't wait" to get to know them better. Just like other "reality" favorites of mine such as Elimidate and The Fifth Wheel, the show succeeds because its cast has access to a seemingly limitless supply of alcohol to, you know, "loosen" things up.
Chicks are kissing in the hot tub on the first day, well, one chick and one bridge troll, people are making out left and right, and we even get to witness an authentic street fight...complete with a life threatening injury and a trip to the ER. All in the first three episodes! Mix in some surgery and a nymph and you've got an alcohol induced recipe for success.
Every Tuesday night at 10/9 central, I get to tune into a half hour frat party and I absolutely love it. Last night two of the guys introduced the "groupie drawer." Brilliant! They have this big drawer full of phone numbers from girls they meet and then they close their eyes and randomly pick one to "hook up with" for the night. Plain old phone numbers weren't cutting it, so they're looking to invest in a Polaroid to put faces with names. Soon they might even introduce a Dewey decimal system. It's like having a local match.com right next to your kitchen sink.
Wes has me in stitches every time he comes on the screen. He says things like "I'm going to go crazy tomorrow night...I'm going to hook up with sooo many chicks." Then he puts a tight shirt on, gets drunk, throws some store bought game around, comes home with nothing, and gets right back on the horse the next day. I really admire his spirit.
Melinda really had me for the first few episodes. I couldn't stop thinking about those boy shorts she sports all over the house. Oh man. But lately, she's really been fading on me. I can't tell if it's her painful Milwaukee accent, or the fact that she's "never felt this way before about someone" three seconds after breaking up with her long time boyfriend, but right now, she's gotta work hard to get back to the top of my list. More boy shorts will help.
I know I'm a few episodes deep, but I really think I'm going to start writing reviews. I need to get back on the blog train for a bit.
schrags