Honey, honey...
Well... I'm sitting here, at home, watching the Georgia/Auburn game, and it reminded me of my trip to Athens last weekend, so I figured I'd go ahead and write about it. I’ve procrastinated enough.
Anyways… I got up, went to class, and when I got out, I called my mom. She came down to drop off a few things, we went to get some lunch, and then I was on my way. I ended up leaving around 2:30 or so. The trip up was nice and uneventful, and before I knew it, I was in Athens, calling Karen to make sure I was making all the right turns onto the right streets and such. I eventually made it back to familiar territory and was greeted by a beautiful girl in a red shirt.
We went up to the room and just kinda hung out for a little bit. Cathy and Koo came in at one point, and more hanging out took place. After a little while, we decided a departure time and made our way into the night. We ended up eating at Jimmy Johns, which was delicious, just as I remember. I dig me some sangwiches, mang. After eating a wonderful meal, we went over to Cold Stone where the girls went on to treat themselves to an after dinner treat. Of course, neither me nor Koo got some, seeing that we are both lactose intolerant. Ain’t that a bitch? Yes, it is. Because ice cream kicks ass, damn it.
After the Cold Stone detour, the two ‘couples’ made our split. Cathy and Koo went to some party and me and Karen were on our way to the wonderful Georgia Theater, where we would end up seeing Karl Denson’s Tiny Universe. However, nothing but filler music was going on at the time. We bought our tickets and entered the building and found some seats at a table in the ‘bar’ area. We had a nice little chat about nothing in particular, and then the opening band started. Entropy. They were really damn good. It was modern funk, with a good hip hop flavor. It was really enjoyable. We didn’t go down to dance until what was pretty much the last song, and she didn’t even dance. This would be a predictor of what was to come for the rest of the night…
After they were done, we decided to go ahead and check out the bar that Calli was supposed to be playing at. We left the GT and headed down one of the adjacent streets down to the bar. Turns out it was a 21+ bar and Karen didn’t have her fake, and even if she did, I would not have been able to get in. however, if she did have her fake, I would have just moseyed on back to the GT where I would enjoy Karl Denson until Calli was done, and when Karen wanted to come back, she’d give me a call and I’d come get her and all that. But such did not happen. So we walked back to the GT.
Karl Denson’s Tiny Universe was fucking great. The vibe was great, the music was great, the energy, and the pot-smoking/drunk-as-shit crowd was funny. I ended up dancing pretty much the WHOLE time, which was just a blast. I didn’t move around a whole lot, but I was always moving. And it just felt good. However… Karen wasn’t moving at all. It was a combination of lack of interest in the music (lame!) and being tired from lack of sleep the night before (understandable.) She actually ended up sleeping a little in the back of the club in the corner on some chairs. I didn’t even realize it until the trip back home, but we were living the first verse of #36… “Oh I see you in the corner there... looking lonely, by yourself. I don’t want to see you sleeping. No I don’t want to see you lonely, sitting by yourself. So I come back again, and I say to you girl… I say ‘how bout you, how bout you, how bout you dance with me? Honey, honey… come and dance with me!”
I didn’t even realize it, but I had been trying to get her to dance, in one way or another, all night. Tell her to dance, grab her shoulders and move her from to side, etc. It was fun, but unproductive. I’ll admit… the songs did run a little long, but that isn’t the point. It’s just such great grooves and rhythms… it is pure dance music! Makes your soul smile and move around! And I don’t know why she didn’t… but I’ll get her, if it’s the last thing I do!
After the show, I bought both Entropy’s CD and also a copy of that night’s KDTU show. Then we walked back to the dorm. The trip there was fairly interesting. We encountered these two drunken guys, and they were quite funny. The first guy kept asking us what was wrong with him. Was he goofy looking? Was he not cool? All that… basically… “why can’t I get punanny?” He had a sweater around his waist and kept saying “is this not cool?!?!”
After a few minutes with them, we were crossing a street and the ‘am I not cool?’ guy acknowledged a guy who was hanging out of the passenger window of a car. Then, all of the sudden, a loud, metallic voice boomed “GET BACK IN THE CAR!” We laughed, and then noticed there was a cop car right behind the previously mentioned ‘hanger.’ It was really funny, and we laughed about it pretty much the rest of the way back. Karen laughed nonstop, I chuckled every few seconds. It was funny, though.
When we got back the dorm, we were approached by a large group of people that were fellow dwellers of Morris Hall, and they were all very obviously inebriated. We stopped for a few minutes while Karen talked to a few of them (mostly her friend DeAndre), and then we went back upstairs, where we quickly went to sleep.
The next morning, I believe it was around 11 or 12ish when the both of us were awake (she awoke before me, but at that time, we were BOTH awake.) I took a shower. Karen, Cathy, and Koo went to eat. Once they came back, there was some showering and some changing, and then we went to ATL. Cathy and Koo left first, but somehow, me and Karen caught up.
Once we got there, we realized it was game day. We called Andy and Pearly and they directed us to a parking garage where we could park and then the 4 of us walked around. Our first goal was their bookstore, and then we walked to Centennial Park. I was the only on out of all of us who had been there before, even though it was only a few blocks from the Tech campus. We had a blast, to be honest.
The park and the weather were beautiful. We played around, joked around, fell around, fucked around, and all that good stuff. It felt so good to do that again. I really feel comfortable with the RH group, whatever the combination is. I especially like it when Karen is there, because, personally, I think that we get along very comically. But yeah… it was a blast. I took some pictures with my Raz-r, and one of them of the 4 of us turned out to look very much like a stereotypical album cover. It was very funny and unplanned, which made it even better. I took a few pictures of Karen with the park in the background, and then we made our way back to the guys’ dorm, having the same amount of fun on the way back.
Before we left, we encountered a statue that had a naked man running, then a clothed man running, and then a clothed woman running. The naked man had a really small package. The woman had a pipe up her vagina. The pipe was to keep her on/in the statue, but the placement was, I might say, very peculiar. It was DIRECTLY up her vagina. We joked that her and the naked man were doing it, and then she ran away and took his penis with her, so he was chasing her. I don’t know who the man in the middle was… but I don’t care. Fuck that guy.
We went back to Andy and Pearly’s room and I looked up directions to get to the Variety Playhouse. After a while, we went to go eat, and then we walked to the parking garage where ‘our’ car was, and we split. Andy and Brian went back to their room and me and Karen began our small trip to Little 5 Points to see Stephen Lynch at the Variety.
It was a short little trip, and before we knew it, we were there. I found a parking spot on a road in front of a house and then we walked to the Variety. When we got there, we noticed two lines. One for those with tickets and another for those who were waiting for “standing room only” tickets. That means, basically, tickets for the room between the seats. I had already gotten my ticket before that night, but Karen couldn’t before they sold out… so we still needed one for her. We waited for a while, and then we found out they were gonna start selling the standing room only tickets 20 minute after the show started. We decided that wouldn’t be comfortable, we’d miss too much… so I sold my ticket. Some guy offered me $15 more than I was asking for… so that’s bad ass.
We decided to go ahead back to Athens and just see what was going on there. On the way there, we had a really good conversation. I loved it. We were just talking about things and being open and honest with each other. No awkwardness, no nothing. It was so great… I just love the feeling I have when I’m with her and talk to her. Because I feel like I can tell her anything, and I WANT to tell her everything. It’s great.
However… I got pulled over. Heh. I was doing 80 in what turned out to be a 55mph zone. So… yeah. Plus, one of my headlights is out. So I had a double whammy. I was a little nervous, just because I had never been pulled over before and I knew I was in some shit. He called me out of the car and asked me questions like “do you have any heroin in your car? Any alcohol? US currency greater than $10,000? Methamphetamines? Marijuana? Etc?” Of course, I didn’t. He was really nice, too… let me off with a warning. “Okay… slow it down and get that fixed. Have a nice night.”
Fucking great.
When we got back, we found out there was going to be some drinking that night. And we planned on taking part. We hung out a bit first, though. I took some really cute pictures of Karen, and then we went downstairs to see what the deal was. But we decided we were hungry. So a group of us went to a place called Wing Nuts and got some food. I got some boneless chicken wings in ‘teriyaki glaze”, which was really good. While we were waiting on everyone to get our food, both me and Karen began to realize we were tired. We went back to the dorm, everyone ate their food, and then some went to start the drinking. After we were done (me and Karen), we decided we were tired and didn’t feel like drinking. Cool deal.
So we went up to her room, got ready for bed, and then just chilled. We talked a little, watched some TV, and then she fell asleep. I watched a little more TV, and then went to bed myself.
I was awoken by Karen doing her high pitched ‘mother’ voice saying “Philip! Time to get up!!” while shaking my leg. I got up. Shortly thereafter, we went to go eat breakfast/lunch. It was really crowded, but pretty good. Still didn’t eat my $11 worth… but it was still good, and I got full, so that’s all that matters.
After we got back, I took a shower, and then I started gathering my stuff. After I got all my stuff (or so I thought), I said “well... I’m off.”
Karen walked be down to my car, we hugged, and then we talked for another 5 or 10 minutes. I told her how much I didn’t want to leave and how I wish I could just take her with me. I told her that I didn’t really like Statesboro, because I never have any real fun. Either no one is in town or no one is really doing anything. I kind of elaborated on that, but it didn’t sound too depressed… which I made sure I didn’t across as. Then we said goodbye, another hug, and then talked for another couple minutes… another hug, another goodbye, and I got in the car. I got about 5 minute away, and then she called and told me I left a couple things. So I went back. She gave me my stuff, a hug, and then goodbye and I left.
Man… what a great weekend. We didn’t even do anything extraordinary… but it felt extraordinary. It felt wonderful. I truly did not want to go back. Because I just love being there and with her so much. I felt great about myself and about life. Everything tasted and looked and felt and smelled and sounded sweeter. I felt comfortable. At home. Like I belonged. I don’t feel that in Statesboro at all. AT ALL. I’m fine there, but I still feel on the outside. But not in Athens. Not with Karen, man… it’s trippy. It’s wonderful. I cannot wait until January of 2007. I’ll be where I belong.
I actually almost cried on the way back… well, not CRY… but I got a small tear. Just because, like I said… I was leaving so many things that I want so badly… but… I’ll get it eventually. All good things with time... And we ultimately get what we deserve, I’m certain of it.
Well… yeah, that was last weekend. I took the entire Georgia/Auburn game to type this… and it had an unfortunate ending. Oh well…
Anyways… I got up, went to class, and when I got out, I called my mom. She came down to drop off a few things, we went to get some lunch, and then I was on my way. I ended up leaving around 2:30 or so. The trip up was nice and uneventful, and before I knew it, I was in Athens, calling Karen to make sure I was making all the right turns onto the right streets and such. I eventually made it back to familiar territory and was greeted by a beautiful girl in a red shirt.
We went up to the room and just kinda hung out for a little bit. Cathy and Koo came in at one point, and more hanging out took place. After a little while, we decided a departure time and made our way into the night. We ended up eating at Jimmy Johns, which was delicious, just as I remember. I dig me some sangwiches, mang. After eating a wonderful meal, we went over to Cold Stone where the girls went on to treat themselves to an after dinner treat. Of course, neither me nor Koo got some, seeing that we are both lactose intolerant. Ain’t that a bitch? Yes, it is. Because ice cream kicks ass, damn it.
After the Cold Stone detour, the two ‘couples’ made our split. Cathy and Koo went to some party and me and Karen were on our way to the wonderful Georgia Theater, where we would end up seeing Karl Denson’s Tiny Universe. However, nothing but filler music was going on at the time. We bought our tickets and entered the building and found some seats at a table in the ‘bar’ area. We had a nice little chat about nothing in particular, and then the opening band started. Entropy. They were really damn good. It was modern funk, with a good hip hop flavor. It was really enjoyable. We didn’t go down to dance until what was pretty much the last song, and she didn’t even dance. This would be a predictor of what was to come for the rest of the night…
After they were done, we decided to go ahead and check out the bar that Calli was supposed to be playing at. We left the GT and headed down one of the adjacent streets down to the bar. Turns out it was a 21+ bar and Karen didn’t have her fake, and even if she did, I would not have been able to get in. however, if she did have her fake, I would have just moseyed on back to the GT where I would enjoy Karl Denson until Calli was done, and when Karen wanted to come back, she’d give me a call and I’d come get her and all that. But such did not happen. So we walked back to the GT.
Karl Denson’s Tiny Universe was fucking great. The vibe was great, the music was great, the energy, and the pot-smoking/drunk-as-shit crowd was funny. I ended up dancing pretty much the WHOLE time, which was just a blast. I didn’t move around a whole lot, but I was always moving. And it just felt good. However… Karen wasn’t moving at all. It was a combination of lack of interest in the music (lame!) and being tired from lack of sleep the night before (understandable.) She actually ended up sleeping a little in the back of the club in the corner on some chairs. I didn’t even realize it until the trip back home, but we were living the first verse of #36… “Oh I see you in the corner there... looking lonely, by yourself. I don’t want to see you sleeping. No I don’t want to see you lonely, sitting by yourself. So I come back again, and I say to you girl… I say ‘how bout you, how bout you, how bout you dance with me? Honey, honey… come and dance with me!”
I didn’t even realize it, but I had been trying to get her to dance, in one way or another, all night. Tell her to dance, grab her shoulders and move her from to side, etc. It was fun, but unproductive. I’ll admit… the songs did run a little long, but that isn’t the point. It’s just such great grooves and rhythms… it is pure dance music! Makes your soul smile and move around! And I don’t know why she didn’t… but I’ll get her, if it’s the last thing I do!
After the show, I bought both Entropy’s CD and also a copy of that night’s KDTU show. Then we walked back to the dorm. The trip there was fairly interesting. We encountered these two drunken guys, and they were quite funny. The first guy kept asking us what was wrong with him. Was he goofy looking? Was he not cool? All that… basically… “why can’t I get punanny?” He had a sweater around his waist and kept saying “is this not cool?!?!”
After a few minutes with them, we were crossing a street and the ‘am I not cool?’ guy acknowledged a guy who was hanging out of the passenger window of a car. Then, all of the sudden, a loud, metallic voice boomed “GET BACK IN THE CAR!” We laughed, and then noticed there was a cop car right behind the previously mentioned ‘hanger.’ It was really funny, and we laughed about it pretty much the rest of the way back. Karen laughed nonstop, I chuckled every few seconds. It was funny, though.
When we got back the dorm, we were approached by a large group of people that were fellow dwellers of Morris Hall, and they were all very obviously inebriated. We stopped for a few minutes while Karen talked to a few of them (mostly her friend DeAndre), and then we went back upstairs, where we quickly went to sleep.
The next morning, I believe it was around 11 or 12ish when the both of us were awake (she awoke before me, but at that time, we were BOTH awake.) I took a shower. Karen, Cathy, and Koo went to eat. Once they came back, there was some showering and some changing, and then we went to ATL. Cathy and Koo left first, but somehow, me and Karen caught up.
Once we got there, we realized it was game day. We called Andy and Pearly and they directed us to a parking garage where we could park and then the 4 of us walked around. Our first goal was their bookstore, and then we walked to Centennial Park. I was the only on out of all of us who had been there before, even though it was only a few blocks from the Tech campus. We had a blast, to be honest.
The park and the weather were beautiful. We played around, joked around, fell around, fucked around, and all that good stuff. It felt so good to do that again. I really feel comfortable with the RH group, whatever the combination is. I especially like it when Karen is there, because, personally, I think that we get along very comically. But yeah… it was a blast. I took some pictures with my Raz-r, and one of them of the 4 of us turned out to look very much like a stereotypical album cover. It was very funny and unplanned, which made it even better. I took a few pictures of Karen with the park in the background, and then we made our way back to the guys’ dorm, having the same amount of fun on the way back.
Before we left, we encountered a statue that had a naked man running, then a clothed man running, and then a clothed woman running. The naked man had a really small package. The woman had a pipe up her vagina. The pipe was to keep her on/in the statue, but the placement was, I might say, very peculiar. It was DIRECTLY up her vagina. We joked that her and the naked man were doing it, and then she ran away and took his penis with her, so he was chasing her. I don’t know who the man in the middle was… but I don’t care. Fuck that guy.
We went back to Andy and Pearly’s room and I looked up directions to get to the Variety Playhouse. After a while, we went to go eat, and then we walked to the parking garage where ‘our’ car was, and we split. Andy and Brian went back to their room and me and Karen began our small trip to Little 5 Points to see Stephen Lynch at the Variety.
It was a short little trip, and before we knew it, we were there. I found a parking spot on a road in front of a house and then we walked to the Variety. When we got there, we noticed two lines. One for those with tickets and another for those who were waiting for “standing room only” tickets. That means, basically, tickets for the room between the seats. I had already gotten my ticket before that night, but Karen couldn’t before they sold out… so we still needed one for her. We waited for a while, and then we found out they were gonna start selling the standing room only tickets 20 minute after the show started. We decided that wouldn’t be comfortable, we’d miss too much… so I sold my ticket. Some guy offered me $15 more than I was asking for… so that’s bad ass.
We decided to go ahead back to Athens and just see what was going on there. On the way there, we had a really good conversation. I loved it. We were just talking about things and being open and honest with each other. No awkwardness, no nothing. It was so great… I just love the feeling I have when I’m with her and talk to her. Because I feel like I can tell her anything, and I WANT to tell her everything. It’s great.
However… I got pulled over. Heh. I was doing 80 in what turned out to be a 55mph zone. So… yeah. Plus, one of my headlights is out. So I had a double whammy. I was a little nervous, just because I had never been pulled over before and I knew I was in some shit. He called me out of the car and asked me questions like “do you have any heroin in your car? Any alcohol? US currency greater than $10,000? Methamphetamines? Marijuana? Etc?” Of course, I didn’t. He was really nice, too… let me off with a warning. “Okay… slow it down and get that fixed. Have a nice night.”
Fucking great.
When we got back, we found out there was going to be some drinking that night. And we planned on taking part. We hung out a bit first, though. I took some really cute pictures of Karen, and then we went downstairs to see what the deal was. But we decided we were hungry. So a group of us went to a place called Wing Nuts and got some food. I got some boneless chicken wings in ‘teriyaki glaze”, which was really good. While we were waiting on everyone to get our food, both me and Karen began to realize we were tired. We went back to the dorm, everyone ate their food, and then some went to start the drinking. After we were done (me and Karen), we decided we were tired and didn’t feel like drinking. Cool deal.
So we went up to her room, got ready for bed, and then just chilled. We talked a little, watched some TV, and then she fell asleep. I watched a little more TV, and then went to bed myself.
I was awoken by Karen doing her high pitched ‘mother’ voice saying “Philip! Time to get up!!” while shaking my leg. I got up. Shortly thereafter, we went to go eat breakfast/lunch. It was really crowded, but pretty good. Still didn’t eat my $11 worth… but it was still good, and I got full, so that’s all that matters.
After we got back, I took a shower, and then I started gathering my stuff. After I got all my stuff (or so I thought), I said “well... I’m off.”
Karen walked be down to my car, we hugged, and then we talked for another 5 or 10 minutes. I told her how much I didn’t want to leave and how I wish I could just take her with me. I told her that I didn’t really like Statesboro, because I never have any real fun. Either no one is in town or no one is really doing anything. I kind of elaborated on that, but it didn’t sound too depressed… which I made sure I didn’t across as. Then we said goodbye, another hug, and then talked for another couple minutes… another hug, another goodbye, and I got in the car. I got about 5 minute away, and then she called and told me I left a couple things. So I went back. She gave me my stuff, a hug, and then goodbye and I left.
Man… what a great weekend. We didn’t even do anything extraordinary… but it felt extraordinary. It felt wonderful. I truly did not want to go back. Because I just love being there and with her so much. I felt great about myself and about life. Everything tasted and looked and felt and smelled and sounded sweeter. I felt comfortable. At home. Like I belonged. I don’t feel that in Statesboro at all. AT ALL. I’m fine there, but I still feel on the outside. But not in Athens. Not with Karen, man… it’s trippy. It’s wonderful. I cannot wait until January of 2007. I’ll be where I belong.
I actually almost cried on the way back… well, not CRY… but I got a small tear. Just because, like I said… I was leaving so many things that I want so badly… but… I’ll get it eventually. All good things with time... And we ultimately get what we deserve, I’m certain of it.
Well… yeah, that was last weekend. I took the entire Georgia/Auburn game to type this… and it had an unfortunate ending. Oh well…