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well. the drive home was far better than the drive up. tara insisted i could make it to her cabin in an hour. i gave myself an hour and a half. it took damn near two and a half hours to get there, and i was hesitant to turn around because the map was totally not to scale and optimism got the best of me for once. i was thus forced to cancel plans with chris in the name of logic and time constraints... i felt terrible and wish i had had the foresight to have just fucked the idea of going to tara's cabin or leaving earlier or something.
but it was a good time all considering. i got there around 3pm and found seven ladies on the deck adorned with cowboy hats, swimsuits and shot glasses. the weather was iffy driving up but was in no time gorgeous and we made a beeline for the lake in which jetskiing and the likes ensued. trouble was officially brewing when i heard annie screaming into her cellphone, "come on, deej, seven hot girls, drunk and in swimsuits? you know you're coming out here."
and lo and behold, two hours later came the caravan of meticulously coiffed scruffy boys. the guy-girl ratio shifted just like that, and the rest of my night was spent as a spectator. well, i suppose there was an attempt to get "mert" engaged on a few occasions... namely polasik and colin. colin wouldn't stop regaling the "seriously [pause for effect] fucking amazing" phish concert and polasik was being weirdly affectionate, designating nicknames and the likes. it stopped being cute when rachel told me that he firmly stated he "wanted me".
i conked out at 2am, in my own bed, and comfortable like whoa.
came home this morning, had a dr. appt. no fun. but this whole fucking process is nearly through. hooray!
amy got in a car accident and said she thought she saw the light and almost died - it was her airbag. i miss amy.
so i might go to valleyfair tomorrow, and doing something with chris on thursday, it's a good thing ben never called me back. i only have a few weeks left and my excitement (though minimal as it was) is slowly fading into dread.
but it was a good time all considering. i got there around 3pm and found seven ladies on the deck adorned with cowboy hats, swimsuits and shot glasses. the weather was iffy driving up but was in no time gorgeous and we made a beeline for the lake in which jetskiing and the likes ensued. trouble was officially brewing when i heard annie screaming into her cellphone, "come on, deej, seven hot girls, drunk and in swimsuits? you know you're coming out here."
and lo and behold, two hours later came the caravan of meticulously coiffed scruffy boys. the guy-girl ratio shifted just like that, and the rest of my night was spent as a spectator. well, i suppose there was an attempt to get "mert" engaged on a few occasions... namely polasik and colin. colin wouldn't stop regaling the "seriously [pause for effect] fucking amazing" phish concert and polasik was being weirdly affectionate, designating nicknames and the likes. it stopped being cute when rachel told me that he firmly stated he "wanted me".
i conked out at 2am, in my own bed, and comfortable like whoa.
came home this morning, had a dr. appt. no fun. but this whole fucking process is nearly through. hooray!
amy got in a car accident and said she thought she saw the light and almost died - it was her airbag. i miss amy.
so i might go to valleyfair tomorrow, and doing something with chris on thursday, it's a good thing ben never called me back. i only have a few weeks left and my excitement (though minimal as it was) is slowly fading into dread.