Episode 1.48 - "AfterShock Part II"
As I mentioned in Part I, tonight was my Halloween party. Shortly before the party ended, I had an interesting conversation with Travis (so the "Drunken" is implied) in the bathroom. And it went a lil' somethin' like this:
First of all, let me just say, I hate talking to people (especially Mr. LeFrancois *flashback-cringe*) in the bathroom. It's just not a very social place to me... Sometimes I think maybe I'm the only one who feels this way.
RE-ENACTMENT
Travis (in the next stall): Hey, who's peein' in there?
Me: *silence* Fine, it's James.
Travis: Hey James! I'm awesome. Are you awesome?
Me: Just good.
Travis: No, you're awesome. Say you're awesome.
Me: OK, I'm awesome.
Travis: YEAH! *pause* Man, I'm just gonna throw this out there. I'm pretty drunk.
James: Noooo...
Travis: I love you, James.
TEN YEARS LATER
Travis: OK, Say it back to me.
James: Love you too, Travis.
Travis: YEAH! Oh yeah, if anyone ever messes with you, I WILL KILL 'EM! Really, I'm on probabation in three states.
James: Uhhh... Thanks, dude.
Travis: No prob.
End Scene.
*sigh* Although uncomfortable, that little run-in actually cheered me up since I was still a little bitter about all that extra party food I would have to snarf down by myself. See, drunks can be fun. Personally, I like to make them chase the light reflected off of my watch. Good times... Anywho, Mark left a little before 3AM--Sean never came home. I know 'cause his bed was perfectly made when I woke up. Good for him.
"What's this?!" "It's on random!" "Oh, for fuck's sake!"
Oh yeah, speaking of crazy hallmates, Mark definitely wins the title. The other day he called his roommate from the bathroom stall in panic, "Roomie, we've got a problem." Seconds later, Jeremy (Mark's roomie) burst into the restroom wielding a GIANT roll of toilet paper like Mrs. Doubtfire shouting, "Help is on the way, dear!" And the sad thing is that that's normal around here... having a stash of industrial-sized toilet paper. Right...
First of all, let me just say, I hate talking to people (especially Mr. LeFrancois *flashback-cringe*) in the bathroom. It's just not a very social place to me... Sometimes I think maybe I'm the only one who feels this way.
RE-ENACTMENT
Travis (in the next stall): Hey, who's peein' in there?
Me: *silence* Fine, it's James.
Travis: Hey James! I'm awesome. Are you awesome?
Me: Just good.
Travis: No, you're awesome. Say you're awesome.
Me: OK, I'm awesome.
Travis: YEAH! *pause* Man, I'm just gonna throw this out there. I'm pretty drunk.
James: Noooo...
Travis: I love you, James.
TEN YEARS LATER
Travis: OK, Say it back to me.
James: Love you too, Travis.
Travis: YEAH! Oh yeah, if anyone ever messes with you, I WILL KILL 'EM! Really, I'm on probabation in three states.
James: Uhhh... Thanks, dude.
Travis: No prob.
End Scene.
*sigh* Although uncomfortable, that little run-in actually cheered me up since I was still a little bitter about all that extra party food I would have to snarf down by myself. See, drunks can be fun. Personally, I like to make them chase the light reflected off of my watch. Good times... Anywho, Mark left a little before 3AM--Sean never came home. I know 'cause his bed was perfectly made when I woke up. Good for him.
"What's this?!" "It's on random!" "Oh, for fuck's sake!"
Oh yeah, speaking of crazy hallmates, Mark definitely wins the title. The other day he called his roommate from the bathroom stall in panic, "Roomie, we've got a problem." Seconds later, Jeremy (Mark's roomie) burst into the restroom wielding a GIANT roll of toilet paper like Mrs. Doubtfire shouting, "Help is on the way, dear!" And the sad thing is that that's normal around here... having a stash of industrial-sized toilet paper. Right...