Night of What I Believe to be the Third Day...
Day...Three? Three I think. The night. I think it's day three. Whatever. It's the night of the day that I last posted :)
We [we being Jake, Nate, this southern dude they called Country, Waylon, and myself] decide to go to a Game Stop bar, which was a bar filled with arcade games and alcohol! Schweeeeet! Let's not forget I'd been drinking at the beach, then the wine, and now at this bar. We decide to taxi it up the whole time, since everyone wanted to drink. I think I have two Jack and Cokes at first and we wander around, taking pictures. Jake decides to buy Waylon and me a drink, and they both force me to do a Jager bomb. Ugh. I hope everyone knows what that is, and how HARD it was for me to finish in under 8 seconds. I was drunk when we left a few minutes later. We waited outside for Nate, who had somehow acquired 2 tickets and thought he could get prizes with them. We laughed and dared him. Oh yeah, lest I forget: I kicked Waylon's ass at Rainbow Road Mario Kart :)
Anyway, a few minutes later, Nate came out with....SPIDAH RANGS!
Edit: This time I plan to save the pics for last, so you can enjoy them all simultaneously!
He gave each of us a spider ring and then looked at my nose hoop and immediately put this spider ring on his nose and yelled, "SPIDAH NOSE RANG!!!" Mind you, Nate is a giant and from Detroit aka incredibly ghetto. But, he's one of the nicest and most hilarious people I have ever met.
Anyway, we piled in the taxi, and went to a pub called Dubliners. I went in and ordered Guinness all around, like a rich person, which I am literally the opposite of. I drank Guinness and had to go through the whole, "Yes, I'm from Kalamazoo" story AGAIN. Sigh. I was too drunk to even sign my receipt this time without help holding the pen from Waylon [no joke] and then we went to sit down. While sitting, Waylon kept squeezing my knee, or my thigh, etc. He'd been doing that a lot the last few days, but I wasn't complaining ;).
A drunk woman [really beautiful] ran up to me and kept going on and on about how she loved my hair -- the headband, the color, the A-line cut. If I hadn't been drunk, I would have been embarrassed. But, I love when people call me unique, so I was alright. After we finished our drinks, we piled into the taxi van again, this time Waylon and I crammed into the short seat in front, Jake in the front seat, and Country had left. Nate left to find an ATM to pay the taxi once we got to the V Room, our next destination. Then, Nate slid into the backseat like he'd been greased [he weighs roughly 350-400 pounds]. I hadn't thought to let him sit in front.
We get to the V Room, and Nate can't get out.
No joke.
He says, "I think we have a weird situation here." said so quietly and calmly that only I heard. I turn my head to see a loosely jeaned leg flinging itself around in the back. I immediately start going into a spiel of hysterical laughter to the point where tears are falling from my eyes. He's struggling in the back, grasping the seatbelt attached to the van door for support and I'm dying with laughter. I have never laughed so hard in my life. Waylon starts cracking up next to me, and I'm just DYING, and the cabbie freaks out and gets out of the van. Lets not forget that there's a line outside the V Room, and people smoking and whatnot, and Nate is stuck in the backseat. Now, I'm not sure if I've explained, but I'm completely useless in a crisis. I laugh. Example: My friend Maggie got her belly button ring stuck in a door lock when I was 17 and it crammed up into her hole, and I died laughing while someone else called the hospital. A co-worker jammed a tortilla chip so far up into his gumline that he chipped a tooth and nearly bled to death and I just laughed and laughed. I think it's a nerves mechanism. Anyway, so I could have easily have gotten out of the van and the cabbie could have tipped the front seat and Nate could have gotten out. Instead, I'm spread across the seat, leaning back against Waylon, and hysterical. The cabbie flings the front back seat up, and Waylon and I go sprawling onto the floor before I get up and scramble out, still dying with laughter. The cabbie speeds away, and I'm still cracking up.
We're in the V Room, and I order Jack and Cokes for everyone, to pay back Waylon and Jake for buying me so many drinks. I don't really recall everything else I order, except that the bar maid loves me, and I keep ending up with drinks in my hand and end up paying nearly nothing.
I ask Jake to pick out some music from the Jukebox with me. The bar is filled with Harley type dudes and dudettes -- the real tough characters, and I'm in a blue shirt with a bird on it, pink hairband in, and crazy drainpipe jeans. And rainbow Keds. Heehee. So we mosey to the Juke, and to my utter delight and surprise, they have NOT ONLY the Ramones, and NOT ONLY Billy Idol, but my HERO IGGY POP!!!! I play all three [twice each, accidentally], and head back to the pool tables, where Waylon is on a winning streak. I take pictures, and Jake and Nate head off to a late night taco stand. Waylon keeps coming up and kissing me, and putting his arms around me, and I'm squealing with delight at listening to Rock N Roll High School and Dancing With Myself. Then, after the last game [I'm completely and totally trashed, almost numb] Waylon wants to leave. I have been introduced to world-renowned English John and his wife [the barmaid, it turns out] and I bade them all goodbye and Waylon and I are outside, literally making out the whole way. Outside, Waylon sees a little Mexican man on a tiny bike. God, my life is weird.
Waylon rides the bike around the parking lot, and then the Mexican rides it even better and next thing I know, Waylon and I are walking home, him stopping to kiss me every few seconds. I try to take pictures of palm trees but it's too dark and I'm scared to use my flash for fear of someone thinking its gunfire [quiet, I was wasted]. Waylon picks me a pile of bright orange flowers, and I lose all but two of them right away.
I get this brilliant idea that Waylon and I should stop in the middle of a four way and kiss, which we do. Then, he half carries//half walks me to a building, where he presses me up against it and we make out, for, oh...ten minutes or so like children.
We get back to his place, and go to the balcony. I'm brought a beer and Jake is out there. We talk, though I don't know what about. Jake goes to bed, and Waylon and I go inside. Inside, Nate is passed out sitting up and holding the remote, wheezing hysterically. Waylon tells me he will wake up if I take the remote, and I don't believe him. The dude was drunk and passed out! So I take it and Nate's up INSTANTLY, claiming he was watching the show and not to turn it. I laugh unbelievably, and Waylon takes me to the kitchen. I don't remember what he did in there, but I left to go to Jake's room to say goodnight. I give him a hug and I don't know what I said, but then I left and Waylon and I end up in his room. Or maybe on the balcony. I think he was on the balcony for a few minutes. Honestly, I don't remember how it ended up happening.
But I do making out for a very, very long time, after Waylon put on a playlist [oh God] that included the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Feist, and the rest was Nine Inch Nails. I think the YYY and Feist was just to butter me up. He knows that music is my life.
Anyway, I remember having difficulty with a necklace that I never take off. I wear it constantly to remind me that my previous scenester life was dangerous. Well, it was getting in the way of doing certain things and I made Waylon take it off me.
From there, it was ... well. It was what you all guessed. I had sex with Waylon. Accidentally, and I remember thinking that I didn't want to. But I did want to, as well. He is my FRIEND, not anything more, but I was literally so drunk that I don't remember going into the bedroom, how my clothes got off, where my hairband went, and I even lost a precious blue dichro plug in the mess. If the next details get too intimate for some, please stop reading [I don't mention anything that is too detailed, don't worry].
Facts I remember:
Waylon singing to me.
I bit his lip. He bit mine.
He pulled off my entire mass layer of clothing as though I were only wearing a thin tank top, and not tank, shirt, etc.
He took off my bra as though it were just loosely tied into a bow.
He counted how many times I uh. Well. Ya know.
The last thing we remembered before actually having sex was the condom.
I was loud. With other people in the house.
Waylon was loud. With other people in the house.
Things I don't remember:
Stopping.
Falling asleep.
Condom Number 2
The music stopping.
His face during sex.
I woke up naked to Waylon waking up naked. I pretended I was asleep until he got up and got dressed. I looked around. My clothes were literally taken off in a line: Shoe 1, shoe 2, pants [inside out], and pile of shirts crumpled at the ground. I roll myself in the blankets so Waylon can't see me naked. He comes back in, and I peer through my eyelashes at him in his black underwear. He has water and he comes to lay with me and offer me water. I peek up like I'd just woken up, completely aware of my smeared black makeup and hair sticking up every which way and muster out a very hoarse, "Oh my God WAAAAAAAATER!" and drink half of it.
Then, I turn away and pretend to sleep again. Waylon goes back to sleep next to me.
But I'm up, and contemplating what I'd done. Fortunately, Waylon's breathing lulls me back to sleep and I worry about it later, when I wake up.
That was my night. Waylon told me later that he didn't remember a whole lot about that night either, because he had had many, many more drinks than myself. But he says he does remember almost everything about the sex.
More on that later.
Enjoy the pictures!!
We [we being Jake, Nate, this southern dude they called Country, Waylon, and myself] decide to go to a Game Stop bar, which was a bar filled with arcade games and alcohol! Schweeeeet! Let's not forget I'd been drinking at the beach, then the wine, and now at this bar. We decide to taxi it up the whole time, since everyone wanted to drink. I think I have two Jack and Cokes at first and we wander around, taking pictures. Jake decides to buy Waylon and me a drink, and they both force me to do a Jager bomb. Ugh. I hope everyone knows what that is, and how HARD it was for me to finish in under 8 seconds. I was drunk when we left a few minutes later. We waited outside for Nate, who had somehow acquired 2 tickets and thought he could get prizes with them. We laughed and dared him. Oh yeah, lest I forget: I kicked Waylon's ass at Rainbow Road Mario Kart :)
Anyway, a few minutes later, Nate came out with....SPIDAH RANGS!
Edit: This time I plan to save the pics for last, so you can enjoy them all simultaneously!
He gave each of us a spider ring and then looked at my nose hoop and immediately put this spider ring on his nose and yelled, "SPIDAH NOSE RANG!!!" Mind you, Nate is a giant and from Detroit aka incredibly ghetto. But, he's one of the nicest and most hilarious people I have ever met.
Anyway, we piled in the taxi, and went to a pub called Dubliners. I went in and ordered Guinness all around, like a rich person, which I am literally the opposite of. I drank Guinness and had to go through the whole, "Yes, I'm from Kalamazoo" story AGAIN. Sigh. I was too drunk to even sign my receipt this time without help holding the pen from Waylon [no joke] and then we went to sit down. While sitting, Waylon kept squeezing my knee, or my thigh, etc. He'd been doing that a lot the last few days, but I wasn't complaining ;).
A drunk woman [really beautiful] ran up to me and kept going on and on about how she loved my hair -- the headband, the color, the A-line cut. If I hadn't been drunk, I would have been embarrassed. But, I love when people call me unique, so I was alright. After we finished our drinks, we piled into the taxi van again, this time Waylon and I crammed into the short seat in front, Jake in the front seat, and Country had left. Nate left to find an ATM to pay the taxi once we got to the V Room, our next destination. Then, Nate slid into the backseat like he'd been greased [he weighs roughly 350-400 pounds]. I hadn't thought to let him sit in front.
We get to the V Room, and Nate can't get out.
No joke.
He says, "I think we have a weird situation here." said so quietly and calmly that only I heard. I turn my head to see a loosely jeaned leg flinging itself around in the back. I immediately start going into a spiel of hysterical laughter to the point where tears are falling from my eyes. He's struggling in the back, grasping the seatbelt attached to the van door for support and I'm dying with laughter. I have never laughed so hard in my life. Waylon starts cracking up next to me, and I'm just DYING, and the cabbie freaks out and gets out of the van. Lets not forget that there's a line outside the V Room, and people smoking and whatnot, and Nate is stuck in the backseat. Now, I'm not sure if I've explained, but I'm completely useless in a crisis. I laugh. Example: My friend Maggie got her belly button ring stuck in a door lock when I was 17 and it crammed up into her hole, and I died laughing while someone else called the hospital. A co-worker jammed a tortilla chip so far up into his gumline that he chipped a tooth and nearly bled to death and I just laughed and laughed. I think it's a nerves mechanism. Anyway, so I could have easily have gotten out of the van and the cabbie could have tipped the front seat and Nate could have gotten out. Instead, I'm spread across the seat, leaning back against Waylon, and hysterical. The cabbie flings the front back seat up, and Waylon and I go sprawling onto the floor before I get up and scramble out, still dying with laughter. The cabbie speeds away, and I'm still cracking up.
We're in the V Room, and I order Jack and Cokes for everyone, to pay back Waylon and Jake for buying me so many drinks. I don't really recall everything else I order, except that the bar maid loves me, and I keep ending up with drinks in my hand and end up paying nearly nothing.
I ask Jake to pick out some music from the Jukebox with me. The bar is filled with Harley type dudes and dudettes -- the real tough characters, and I'm in a blue shirt with a bird on it, pink hairband in, and crazy drainpipe jeans. And rainbow Keds. Heehee. So we mosey to the Juke, and to my utter delight and surprise, they have NOT ONLY the Ramones, and NOT ONLY Billy Idol, but my HERO IGGY POP!!!! I play all three [twice each, accidentally], and head back to the pool tables, where Waylon is on a winning streak. I take pictures, and Jake and Nate head off to a late night taco stand. Waylon keeps coming up and kissing me, and putting his arms around me, and I'm squealing with delight at listening to Rock N Roll High School and Dancing With Myself. Then, after the last game [I'm completely and totally trashed, almost numb] Waylon wants to leave. I have been introduced to world-renowned English John and his wife [the barmaid, it turns out] and I bade them all goodbye and Waylon and I are outside, literally making out the whole way. Outside, Waylon sees a little Mexican man on a tiny bike. God, my life is weird.
Waylon rides the bike around the parking lot, and then the Mexican rides it even better and next thing I know, Waylon and I are walking home, him stopping to kiss me every few seconds. I try to take pictures of palm trees but it's too dark and I'm scared to use my flash for fear of someone thinking its gunfire [quiet, I was wasted]. Waylon picks me a pile of bright orange flowers, and I lose all but two of them right away.
I get this brilliant idea that Waylon and I should stop in the middle of a four way and kiss, which we do. Then, he half carries//half walks me to a building, where he presses me up against it and we make out, for, oh...ten minutes or so like children.
We get back to his place, and go to the balcony. I'm brought a beer and Jake is out there. We talk, though I don't know what about. Jake goes to bed, and Waylon and I go inside. Inside, Nate is passed out sitting up and holding the remote, wheezing hysterically. Waylon tells me he will wake up if I take the remote, and I don't believe him. The dude was drunk and passed out! So I take it and Nate's up INSTANTLY, claiming he was watching the show and not to turn it. I laugh unbelievably, and Waylon takes me to the kitchen. I don't remember what he did in there, but I left to go to Jake's room to say goodnight. I give him a hug and I don't know what I said, but then I left and Waylon and I end up in his room. Or maybe on the balcony. I think he was on the balcony for a few minutes. Honestly, I don't remember how it ended up happening.
But I do making out for a very, very long time, after Waylon put on a playlist [oh God] that included the Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Feist, and the rest was Nine Inch Nails. I think the YYY and Feist was just to butter me up. He knows that music is my life.
Anyway, I remember having difficulty with a necklace that I never take off. I wear it constantly to remind me that my previous scenester life was dangerous. Well, it was getting in the way of doing certain things and I made Waylon take it off me.
From there, it was ... well. It was what you all guessed. I had sex with Waylon. Accidentally, and I remember thinking that I didn't want to. But I did want to, as well. He is my FRIEND, not anything more, but I was literally so drunk that I don't remember going into the bedroom, how my clothes got off, where my hairband went, and I even lost a precious blue dichro plug in the mess. If the next details get too intimate for some, please stop reading [I don't mention anything that is too detailed, don't worry].
Facts I remember:
Waylon singing to me.
I bit his lip. He bit mine.
He pulled off my entire mass layer of clothing as though I were only wearing a thin tank top, and not tank, shirt, etc.
He took off my bra as though it were just loosely tied into a bow.
He counted how many times I uh. Well. Ya know.
The last thing we remembered before actually having sex was the condom.
I was loud. With other people in the house.
Waylon was loud. With other people in the house.
Things I don't remember:
Stopping.
Falling asleep.
Condom Number 2
The music stopping.
His face during sex.
I woke up naked to Waylon waking up naked. I pretended I was asleep until he got up and got dressed. I looked around. My clothes were literally taken off in a line: Shoe 1, shoe 2, pants [inside out], and pile of shirts crumpled at the ground. I roll myself in the blankets so Waylon can't see me naked. He comes back in, and I peer through my eyelashes at him in his black underwear. He has water and he comes to lay with me and offer me water. I peek up like I'd just woken up, completely aware of my smeared black makeup and hair sticking up every which way and muster out a very hoarse, "Oh my God WAAAAAAAATER!" and drink half of it.
Then, I turn away and pretend to sleep again. Waylon goes back to sleep next to me.
But I'm up, and contemplating what I'd done. Fortunately, Waylon's breathing lulls me back to sleep and I worry about it later, when I wake up.
That was my night. Waylon told me later that he didn't remember a whole lot about that night either, because he had had many, many more drinks than myself. But he says he does remember almost everything about the sex.
More on that later.
Enjoy the pictures!!
