Last Weekend
Yea, I don't even know where to begin this weekend. Most of it was the type of revelry that I simply cannot type to the public, nor repeat to most people. Nevertheless, I would like to thank all of you that made my weekend what it was... Glorious. It began with Friday night, which at the time of 9 at night, I was set on staying in. This was about as far from coming true as any statement in my life. It was a night of strange happening, of air guitar, "crawling" to the floor, fighting dogs, good quotes, text messages that were barely distinguishable as English and socioeconomic status. That was a great party.
As far as getting home, I have a friend in Jeff Elrod.
As far as the later part of the evening, some things mean everything and some things mean nothing, and I can no longer tell which one it was. I'm sorry.
As far as the morning, it was fab going to O-house and being sketchy. On so many levels.
But who could have predicted the events soon to unfold? DJ- guilty of BUI: baseball under the influence. You are a champ. Going shopping that afternoon with DJ Gabe and Shannon was like taking a tour of heaven and bringing a little piece home. It was like a grown up version of that Toys r Us prize where you get to run through and pick out whatever you wanted that would fit in your cart... Except it was as if we were in a liquor store instead of a Walmart. Awesome!!!!
And late into the evening, there was steamroller, there was a very curious Gabe, a joyful Ben, a CHILL Dj, and many a good photo. I also love waking up to screams. Nuff said. Yannick is the savior of all innocent children as well as my personal hero.
Nothing beats WAHO in the morning after an awesome party.
To anyone whom my actions may have offended, just recently, or grown from the past, I apologize with my whole heart.
Then there was the play. Which was strange and confusing and made me kind of feel like I never really sobered up from the night before. Which isn't an entirely bad feeling.
Sometimes, if one were to go to a play, well, let's just call this person Summer. So Summer invites Mr. I-don't-like-you-now-but-I-am-still-insanely-attractive-and-available-next-year, and he comes with her, and she has to sit there and watch him watch her and watch him smile. She wishes everytime the scenes change that he will hold her hand, and she wishes she could kiss him while the lights are dimmed, but she knows that none of these things can happen. Self-restraint is difficult, but she is very strong, but more importantly, extremely shy around him and nervous as all hell. Play is over, and they leave. He goes to say hi to someone and touches her arm for a long moment and says where he is going. As if he were hers, just for a moment. And she melts instantly into a puddle of water on the floor. Only in her mind though. A few minutes later, after she has regained the capability to speak, they all leave together, and to her bewilderment, he doesn't simply go back to his own dwelling upon arrival. He comes up to her room and they spent an hour or two just talking. But talking is so much more than talking when his hand is on her knee and he speaks so closely that at any moment a kiss would be easy and simple and welcomed. But impossible. And time slipped away until it was time for dinner, because hours last for seconds when she is that nervous, almost in a trance. He is so right. Just her luck. She is doomed to be haunted by him in her dreams forever.
So Sunday I went to a play with a guy I am just friends with. It was fun. Then Jean and I went to dinner, which was relaxing and fun. Good times. Then I came home and procrastinated by going to talk to Drew. Y'all know that story and if you don't feel free to ask lol. But some things never change.
And then there was today... class, eat, nap, throw, eat, work. That means I will sleep again soon. But all in all, I think this weekend was a series of joys and wierdnesses that will live on forever in infamy. Peace to all.
As far as getting home, I have a friend in Jeff Elrod.
As far as the later part of the evening, some things mean everything and some things mean nothing, and I can no longer tell which one it was. I'm sorry.
As far as the morning, it was fab going to O-house and being sketchy. On so many levels.
But who could have predicted the events soon to unfold? DJ- guilty of BUI: baseball under the influence. You are a champ. Going shopping that afternoon with DJ Gabe and Shannon was like taking a tour of heaven and bringing a little piece home. It was like a grown up version of that Toys r Us prize where you get to run through and pick out whatever you wanted that would fit in your cart... Except it was as if we were in a liquor store instead of a Walmart. Awesome!!!!
And late into the evening, there was steamroller, there was a very curious Gabe, a joyful Ben, a CHILL Dj, and many a good photo. I also love waking up to screams. Nuff said. Yannick is the savior of all innocent children as well as my personal hero.
Nothing beats WAHO in the morning after an awesome party.
To anyone whom my actions may have offended, just recently, or grown from the past, I apologize with my whole heart.
Then there was the play. Which was strange and confusing and made me kind of feel like I never really sobered up from the night before. Which isn't an entirely bad feeling.
Sometimes, if one were to go to a play, well, let's just call this person Summer. So Summer invites Mr. I-don't-like-you-now-but-I-am-still-insanely-attractive-and-available-next-year, and he comes with her, and she has to sit there and watch him watch her and watch him smile. She wishes everytime the scenes change that he will hold her hand, and she wishes she could kiss him while the lights are dimmed, but she knows that none of these things can happen. Self-restraint is difficult, but she is very strong, but more importantly, extremely shy around him and nervous as all hell. Play is over, and they leave. He goes to say hi to someone and touches her arm for a long moment and says where he is going. As if he were hers, just for a moment. And she melts instantly into a puddle of water on the floor. Only in her mind though. A few minutes later, after she has regained the capability to speak, they all leave together, and to her bewilderment, he doesn't simply go back to his own dwelling upon arrival. He comes up to her room and they spent an hour or two just talking. But talking is so much more than talking when his hand is on her knee and he speaks so closely that at any moment a kiss would be easy and simple and welcomed. But impossible. And time slipped away until it was time for dinner, because hours last for seconds when she is that nervous, almost in a trance. He is so right. Just her luck. She is doomed to be haunted by him in her dreams forever.
So Sunday I went to a play with a guy I am just friends with. It was fun. Then Jean and I went to dinner, which was relaxing and fun. Good times. Then I came home and procrastinated by going to talk to Drew. Y'all know that story and if you don't feel free to ask lol. But some things never change.
And then there was today... class, eat, nap, throw, eat, work. That means I will sleep again soon. But all in all, I think this weekend was a series of joys and wierdnesses that will live on forever in infamy. Peace to all.