Stone Free
Yesterday was my aunt's birthday. We went to Mandarin for dinner, and to get acquainted with the family. We, being my aunt Terra, her boyfriend Ryan, Ryan's mum Joan and his dad..I forget, Ryan's sister Terry, my grandpa Terry, my grandma Gayle, my dad, my dad's girlfriend Kerri, Kerri's son Jake, and Frank and I. After the Mandarin we all went back to my grandpa Terry's house where he had a huge table with everything you could imagine for mixing drinks. Even a blender. To start, Frank was a girl and had a Strawberry Smoothie Bacardi Breezer, while I had a Lucky Lager. Yum. Everyone played this neat horse shoe game, except me, who was blessed with a very sore back. A couple Neproxins helped that, if that's even how you spell it. Frank and I hopped in the Geo with my dad and came back here for another beer, then I went to bed, and Frank went home. So I had this really trippy dream...
Basically, there were three girls and three guys, and we lived in London but it wasn't London...it looked like the night-time, downtown scene of Toronto or something, but sometimes we'd refer to it as London, and others as our "vacation" spot. I was one of the girls, and my old friend Erika from Arby's was one, too. The other girl kept changing, it was Sarah, and Ivana, and Jocelyn...and sometimes there'd be two extra girls. THe guys were Frank, and Erika's boyfriend (sometimes Derek, sometimes another guy, I dont know who) and then I forget the other guy.
Anyway, we were riding in this vehicle through these cornfields to get to "our vacation spot", and when we got there, all this bad stuff kept happening. We were always at this weird bar, getting drunk, and for some reason, all the girls were fighting with the guys. We all split up, and I went to this guy's apartment, and he looked just like my uncle Chris, who isn't actually my uncle but my cousin's dad (figure that one out), but the apartment looked like his, too. Frank was apparently looking for me but we were fighting because he had been flirting with this hot girl at the bar all night, and he kept yelling at me and telling everyone I was just a "friend", so at this guy's house, I got pretty drunk and we ended up in bed together. Frank was walking along these huge grass hills that were outside the guy's apartment, and I was really scared that he'd find out. I kept it a secret, but I knew he had slept around too, so me and the girls went to this huge, beautiful beach. I was really pretty in this dream, it was weird for me. Whenever I looked in the mirror, it looked like me, but way way way sexier, and all my friends looked older too. I'd say we were probably 23 or so. All of us split up at the beach, because our boyfriends came to get us, and I rushed away from Frank and back into our posh hotel. Suddenly, I ran into the guy I had slept with in the elevator, then back to his house for some more fooling around, and just as I got on top of him, Frank burst open the door and dragged me out by my hair. I kept screaming sorry to the guy, who was looking at me angrily because he wanted me to leave Frank for him, and I kept slapping at Frank as I was dragged across the floor.
I got free and ran to this huge gold elevator, and just as the door was closing, Erika's hand poked through and she got on, and she had been crying, and her dress looked ripped. Just as we lifted off, our other friend forced her way on, she had to jump because the elevator had already moved, and we all sat in there crying our eyes out, and it seemed to take a half hour just to get to the fourth floor from the first floor. Then I woke up, and that was that.
Last weekend it was funny because I saw my uncle Chris for the first time in a year. He said he'd buy me some booze, so Frank and I ran to the bus stop to catch the bus downtown, but then I realized we didn't know his address, and it was too late to go back. We ended up bussing to my aunt's house, on Emery St, because I thought he lived near there. Luckily, my cousin Camryn came riding up on his roller blades, and told us we were so far from his house. It took us twenty minutes to walk up there, maybe longer, and when we got there, my fabulous uncle pulls out a joint and offers us some. We're supposed to be meeting our friends in Mother Byron (they had never been there, and were scared about bussing) and we didn't think we'd have time to get back there after we went to the beer store then tried to catch a bus, so we declined, trying to get a hold of Lindsay and Nick to tell them we'd be there soon.
We drive to the beer store, and we used to drive-thru (so cool) and then a 24 of Alexander Keith's was in my hot little hands. While driving us to Byron (he said he'd drive), he pulled out the joint again and we all got stoned. I was so high..I mean it's been a while. I didn't think Frank would smoke pot, since he usually doesn't, but he did, and we were both pretty stoned. Luckily, my uncle took the detour and we ran into Nick and Lindsay waiting at the bus stop, so we rode the bus with them to Springbank to drink. It was a really fun night, actually. The boys left to go get KFC, and Linds and I smoked a joint someone gave her for her birthday, so it was a good time with friends. I love those kids, so cool.
Anyway....that's the update, folks. Can't believe I'm done high school. Well, nearly anyway. Ciao!!!
Basically, there were three girls and three guys, and we lived in London but it wasn't London...it looked like the night-time, downtown scene of Toronto or something, but sometimes we'd refer to it as London, and others as our "vacation" spot. I was one of the girls, and my old friend Erika from Arby's was one, too. The other girl kept changing, it was Sarah, and Ivana, and Jocelyn...and sometimes there'd be two extra girls. THe guys were Frank, and Erika's boyfriend (sometimes Derek, sometimes another guy, I dont know who) and then I forget the other guy.
Anyway, we were riding in this vehicle through these cornfields to get to "our vacation spot", and when we got there, all this bad stuff kept happening. We were always at this weird bar, getting drunk, and for some reason, all the girls were fighting with the guys. We all split up, and I went to this guy's apartment, and he looked just like my uncle Chris, who isn't actually my uncle but my cousin's dad (figure that one out), but the apartment looked like his, too. Frank was apparently looking for me but we were fighting because he had been flirting with this hot girl at the bar all night, and he kept yelling at me and telling everyone I was just a "friend", so at this guy's house, I got pretty drunk and we ended up in bed together. Frank was walking along these huge grass hills that were outside the guy's apartment, and I was really scared that he'd find out. I kept it a secret, but I knew he had slept around too, so me and the girls went to this huge, beautiful beach. I was really pretty in this dream, it was weird for me. Whenever I looked in the mirror, it looked like me, but way way way sexier, and all my friends looked older too. I'd say we were probably 23 or so. All of us split up at the beach, because our boyfriends came to get us, and I rushed away from Frank and back into our posh hotel. Suddenly, I ran into the guy I had slept with in the elevator, then back to his house for some more fooling around, and just as I got on top of him, Frank burst open the door and dragged me out by my hair. I kept screaming sorry to the guy, who was looking at me angrily because he wanted me to leave Frank for him, and I kept slapping at Frank as I was dragged across the floor.
I got free and ran to this huge gold elevator, and just as the door was closing, Erika's hand poked through and she got on, and she had been crying, and her dress looked ripped. Just as we lifted off, our other friend forced her way on, she had to jump because the elevator had already moved, and we all sat in there crying our eyes out, and it seemed to take a half hour just to get to the fourth floor from the first floor. Then I woke up, and that was that.
Last weekend it was funny because I saw my uncle Chris for the first time in a year. He said he'd buy me some booze, so Frank and I ran to the bus stop to catch the bus downtown, but then I realized we didn't know his address, and it was too late to go back. We ended up bussing to my aunt's house, on Emery St, because I thought he lived near there. Luckily, my cousin Camryn came riding up on his roller blades, and told us we were so far from his house. It took us twenty minutes to walk up there, maybe longer, and when we got there, my fabulous uncle pulls out a joint and offers us some. We're supposed to be meeting our friends in Mother Byron (they had never been there, and were scared about bussing) and we didn't think we'd have time to get back there after we went to the beer store then tried to catch a bus, so we declined, trying to get a hold of Lindsay and Nick to tell them we'd be there soon.
We drive to the beer store, and we used to drive-thru (so cool) and then a 24 of Alexander Keith's was in my hot little hands. While driving us to Byron (he said he'd drive), he pulled out the joint again and we all got stoned. I was so high..I mean it's been a while. I didn't think Frank would smoke pot, since he usually doesn't, but he did, and we were both pretty stoned. Luckily, my uncle took the detour and we ran into Nick and Lindsay waiting at the bus stop, so we rode the bus with them to Springbank to drink. It was a really fun night, actually. The boys left to go get KFC, and Linds and I smoked a joint someone gave her for her birthday, so it was a good time with friends. I love those kids, so cool.
Anyway....that's the update, folks. Can't believe I'm done high school. Well, nearly anyway. Ciao!!!