Drive Me Far Away
So this weekend was the guys' birthday party. Finally! After all the months of planning everything and not being too happy about how certain things came out, everything went pretty well.
The guys really liked their presents including the shirts. They didn't even realize that they were custom made till I pointed out the color differences. And of course, they loved the porn, which was my safety for the shirts so I was happy that they were happy.
I special ordered the cakes so I could have it just right for them instead of bothering with making anything. I didn't really want to worry about anything else. I placed the order over the phone and wanted "small" cakes. The store normally has mini ones in the cake section, which they didn't when I went there before hence me ordering them, so I thought I was explaining that I wanted the mini ones made. Well, the ones I got which like twice as big as the mini ones. And OF COURSE, when I went to pick the cakes up, there were only 300 mini ones in the cake section. Grrr. But what the hell, I got their names on it and it was chocolate cakes with fudge frosting and the mini ones in the cake sections are all white frosting so it worked out. I was a little worried that I'd be stepping on their families' toes with getting them a decent sized cake because I was certain that their families would do something on their birthdays and get them a cake and stuff but they didn't complain and Rich and Jerry said they were looking forward to having it so yay.
So the Showgirls show. Er, um. So I kinda fucked up a little but not too bad. So from what I understood, the pre-show was like pole dancing, lap dancing and girls dancing around kinda thing, so I contacted the people running the show and kinda requested if maybe the girls would dance around for the guys or something for their birthdays. Lyndell told me he wanted me to get him a whore for his birthday so that was as close as I could get.
Well we got to the Music Box and um...it was raining men. You'd think they were giving anal sex away or something cause the crowd was quite flaming. The guys were pretty scared. Haha. Well ok the pre-show started and they had the girls dancing on stage, wearing nothing but g-strings and pasties and that was that. Then the host was starting the "lap dance" contest and started to call out the guys names. First Lyndell's, which he buried himself then Rich's which he just said "oh shit" then walked up to the stage, then Jerry's, which he too, crawled under his seat. The host asked if the rest of the guys were there or if they were chicken shit so I got up to take their place. They called for other volunteers and so another guy came up for the 3rd spot. They they called up people to do the dancing. Thank god Rich got a chick cause I would not be alive to write this if he had some dude on his junk. I got a gay guy with the shiniest shirt every made. I swear, I have a tan now after having him all up on my business. Actually, I'm almost sure it wasn't a shirt, but a disco ball. And the guy behind us got two gay guys dancing for him...again, thank god that wasn't Jerry or Lyndell. So the contest begin and Rich was first and had the chick all up on him and then me and then the dude behind us. It was a lot of fun even though it's been days now and I still smell like balls but Rich had a good time up there and I was happy he took one for the team. The double team guy got first place, I got 2nd and Rich got 3rd. The dancers got Carmen Electra stripe tease work out dvds and other gay butt plug type things and yet we got nothing but memories and scents embedded on our skins. I'm super sad to say that no one (Lyndell or Jerry) took any pics. I would have loved to have some but I'm sure they are on the internet somewhere but I'm too afraid to visit any site that would have those up. I'm sure I'd have to pay some membership fee or something. *shudder*
So I'm thinking that Lyndell will never speak to me for the rest of my life but really it's scientifically impossible for him to ever stay mad at me. Also, it helps (maybe) that one of his ex's were there and he was completely distracted the whole night. His need to get laid kinda makes him forgot the bad stuff about any of his ex's and he kinda likes to forget that he has friends when he's interested in a girl so I'm certain that being the case, he kinda didn't care that much about my accidental stunt. And in my defense to anyone who thinks I'm an asshole, I did request GIRLS for them. So yeah! At least Jerry and Rich told me that had a really good time so I'm glad I was able to make their night special.
We watched the movie and it was my 2nd time seeing it and I gotta say, it may be one of the worst movies ever, but damn is it entertaining. Endless amounts of bad acting will always be good times in my book! So that was the end of that and I'm kinda glad it's over. I put in a lot of heart into planning the night of them and now it's over, I don't really have to put in that much planning into anything else for now. Woot!
So Friday... I'm going home! Well, I freakin' better! My mom told me a hurricane is supposed to hit. I'd honestly hope if/when it hits, it will be when I'm there and I'm hoping it gets in the way of me coming back. I've been so unhappy lately that it's truly been a struggle to get through a simple day. Sometimes I just want to cry. It's been pretty bad. I'm sure I'm reached the some type of clinical depression or something. The guys have no idea that I feel this way. I think I've been hiding it pretty well and I'm tired of burdening people with my same old shit. "I hate my job and it makes me want to kill myself...yet I have to work to pay my bills." Blah, blah, blah. Tack on homesickness to that and well, it's just not good. Sometimes I want to think that maybe I made a mistake staying here. I'm just not that happy here. Yes, the guys do make me happy when I'm with them but for one I'm not with them all the time and sometimes after having a real shitty week, when we have our get togethers, I kinda have to put on an act so they don't pick up on anything. But, I know that the cons of moving back out-weigh the pros. I know that I would have even less of a chance get a job in the journalism world there than I would here, and I really don't have the energy to meet new people and make new friends. Starting from scratch blows. And I've invested too much here. And here I finally have chick friends that aren't back stabbers! I'm not doing it all over again and with people who aren't going to be as great as what I have now.
But anyway, I'm rambling about everything and nothing. Bottom line is I just need to go home. I need just that one perfect moment where I don't have to give a shit about anything and just be. I only pray that I have no problems getting there. I don't care if I arrive at my front door and die suddenly. I just need that one happy moment and I'll be ok.
Till Next time.