Animenext post!!! also its formated awkwardly cause i had to peice it together from a drunkenly typed journal entry.
Me and my crazy ideas.
So there I was, bored right out of my mind on a hot Saturday morning.
I was broke, my mom hadn’t paid her cable bill , I was w/o TV & internet to keep me sane.
Dad shows up, hands me $40 tell me to “do something”.
My crazy ass deems a train ride to Summerset, New Jersey to ,well, loiter @ the con and come back, totally within reason.
I set out to journal square.
From Journal Square to Newark.
From Oz to Mordor. Mordor to Narnia.
From Narnia Newark station I wait nearly a half hour for a train that, as I looked at the route, took me pretty fucking far away. I was scared , and it was already mid day, but I figured “fuck it, I’ve gone this far…no time to puss out now” and went along w/ it.
LOONG train ride.
I hate trains.
Me on a train seems to ALWAYS mean that I’m doing something crazy on a whim with no way of getting back.
But I’ve gotten ahead of myself.
SO @ the tail end of a ride so far, I could’ve napped, woken up and STILL had to wait for the stop, I got off @ the station.
But its not like the station was across the street from the con. No, that would make it too easy.
I waited for a shuttle bus, impatiently, that would get me to the con.
Waited.
Considered walking.
Waited.
It gets here.
15 minute drive.
I regret everything and want to go home already. But as I got out onto the front of the convention hall I saw a Yoko cosplayer (barely on bikini top ,short shorts, and thigh high boots, that ass god DAM) and remembered why I was there. At any typical convention, your bound to see a fair share of scantily clad girls, even in the winter. This being the 1st super hot ,super summery day, they where out IN abundance.
Oh the eye candy was plentiful.
I took lots of pics. I got to go just about EVERYWHERE in the con.
The security was clearly asleep.
So yeah, I ran around having all kinds of fun, however it was getting quite late, and I hadn’t run into, Becky, Cindy, Roselle or any of the usual group I was there to see in the 1st place.
I was about to make the long winding trip back, when Cindy finally returned my call.
I met up w/ them @ their Hotel, everyone was thrilled to see me. So happy to see Becky! we became like bffs, idk when or how but she is Awesome and I adore her. And even though the trouble I got into is PARTLY her fault, its cool. Caesar, Kath’s Bf was there, note ably without Kath, also thrilled to see me.
Roselle’s there <3 and we kiss and hug hello.
Yes, I still very much want to fuck Roselle, even though she’s a crazy drunken cock-teasing slag who’s bound to get me into more trouble then she’s worth.
Stop getting ahead of me.
Anyhow, we’re all @ the hotel room, Roselle’s already been drinking, and is downing entire drinks like shots. I make drink using the bottle of “agua ardent” I’d brought w/ me for such an occasion.
Me and Roselle take a shot.
Everyone’s talking and getting ready for the rave.
Roselle takes another shot.
Roselle starts to rant about being lonely and ugly to Adam, then Me then Adam again. Adam is completely wasted and isn’t paying much attention. I am consoling her to the best of my ability (consoling, luring her w/ my charm whatever), when it hits me how late its getting.
Becky re-assures me that her friend is driving her to Newark and would drive me as far as well, even though I wasn’t looking forward to stumbling home that late and tipsy, I say sure. Adam and Roselle are, for reasons nobody understands are doing yoga. Her perfect tight ass all in my face.
They’re refusing to let her drink more even though she’s clamoring for another drink, the moment Cindy turns her head I give her My drink to down. This happens 3 more time within the span of 10 minutes, quite literally EVERY time I refill my drink she showed up all Big does eyes and id form a distraction and she’d down the drink.
They all really drunk.
Since Roselle kept finishing my drink I only got moderately buzz, enough to be having a good time but sober enough to realize everyone was being extremely belligerent.
Its SO late now.
Becky’s friend shows up, her brothers none to thrilled w/ the prospect of driving everyone back. Cindy says I could stay if I ask Caesar ,who basically slipped under the radar w// Roselle and left of to the dance.
Swell.
We head to the dance anyways.
I wait outside while someone gets me a badge, apparently they were actually checking now.
A half hour passes and it hits me that my phone is disconnected, I have no way of reaching them, no one can reach me and I am about as stranded as stranded gets.
I sit on the lawn pouting , staring up @ the sky , trying to rationalize sleeping there till the morning, when Becky’s friend IN A PIKACHU Jumpsuit runs over and slips me a badge in the unsubtle way humanly possible.
“OMG WERE HAVE U BEEN I CANT BELIVE I ACCIDENTLY TOOK YER BADGE W/ ME *WINK WINK NUDGE” NUDGE*
Then I realized why it took so long. They were making everyone going to the dance, whether they just popped out for air, water, the bathroom ect, wait on a line. 15 minutes later I was in. I was lil tipsy and much to my own shock my usually awkward arse was not only dancing BUT having random chic’s grinding on me. Also, lesbians. Everywhere. Two REALLY hot ones in ravery gear that were basically fucking on the dance floor. And then I was dancing w/ some girl near one of Cindy’s guy friends (drove me home and I still don’t remember his name) some girl came up to the girl he was with and they just started making out and he has this look on his face like “idk what’s going on but FUCK YEAR!”. also toward the end as I was avoiding the girl I mention below I witnessed, no joke, a Fang *in cosplay* making out hardcore w/ some cute lil ginger girl.
*thumbs up*
Trip wasn’t a complete failure after all.
However I’m left w/ smidge of guilt.
I’ve said it before, ill apparently say it again and again until my lips are blue or I end up in jail, jailbait are are attracted to ME not the other way around.
*sigh*
There WAS this really young looking chic that was aggressively stalking me whenever I went.
She looked like the very definition of a shy , mousey , socially awkward type. Not all that attractive, and that’s me being polite. In fact I just instantly pictured her typing away yaoi fanfics at home. Hell , I don’t know who she was cosplaying if at all but she was even wearing something that I could only describe as a late 1800’s wedding dress. She looked Amish.
And yet contrary to the persona she put out, she eyed me early on , and even tried to nonchalantly dance next to me a few times. I kept avoiding her and she’d show up next to me where I went.
I had a creeper. Do you KNOW how strange that is?
Lets reiterate, I’m at a con, not cosplaying and IM being ATRACk’D
Attrack’d= stalked by a creeper who spend most of the con just leering @ taking pix.I saw the term used elsewhere and frankly I am shocked its being used NOT to refer to me, cause ill admit even I have tendencies.
So I finally gave in an danced a bit w/ her and she tried to grind up on me.Alright, whatever.
then later she tried to kiss me and I, well, paniced and rejected her completely.
a) I’m shocked this even happened .
b) I am shocked I actually have morals and wasn’t into the idea of making out w/ a girl simply cause she looked well below the age of consent.
c) it sounds stupid but I feel guiltier for shutting her down than I would if I were to let this go further, she looked SO crushed..and I just tried to laugh it off and disappear into the crowd.
I feel bad because I crushed her feelings, she probably felt confident and I killed it .I mean cause I KNO what that’s like, and know how difficult it could be to muster up that kind of confidence, heck I was doing that just being there.
Are you hearing this? Now I’m starting to think I really should’ve just messed around w/ some homely young'un just to give her a confidence boost. I should stop trying to rationalizing this.
At some point we all left, because Adam went missing.
Becky is freaking out, and I’m trying to console her. She tells me that she feels responsible because he cant handle his liquor and she’s being a bad girlfriend.
STOP.
What?
Maybe its cause I was already kind of tipsy, but even though I didn’t say anything I guess I must have gotten all wide-eyed.
REALLY? BECKY, BOYfriend?
*side eye*
Becky; Badass, Androgynous, priorly confirmed as a lesbian…has a Boy friend(!?)
Maybe its all the lesbians i surround myself with but i like to think my gaydar pretty spot on.
Something was wrong.
She was all “Yea, I know, watvr stop judging me.i love him, and he's being a dick right now.”
Which I noted didn’t exactly DENY what I was implying.
Water.
We went to see if he’d gone back to the room and we found….Caesar and Roselle locked in the bathroom.
Ok.
I didn’t even question it, till they came out, Caesar shirtless, Roselle in her underwear dragging a near empty bottle of vodka. Both of them acting shady as fuck.
Roselle in her underwear. lets dwell on that thought shall we.
giggity. we sang along to lady gaga's monster. te song i will now forever remind me of her.
So im gawking /making small talk.
Im mostly sober. I basically sweat it off at the dance. I had a change of clothes on me so I showered quickly after everyone had done the same. Roselle had made me a small bed of pillows & covers on the floor next to her side of the bed. Everyone’s half asleep and ranting drunkenly except for Caesar who only just now realized I was still here. I try to explain, but he offers me a drink. We kept drinking till like 5 am. I don’t even remember wat we were talking about. I just remember gawking at Roselle and falling asleep trying to download the finale of dr.who.
I woke up a few hours later.
Not hung over, strangely just tired. Sorta layed there waiting for everyone to gain consciousness. Helped everyone clean. Then got a ride to fort lee, from there I took the two busses home and slept for the next two days.
Caesar spent most of the time we were in traffic asking me random questions.
“did u cheat on your gf this weekend?” I wanted to ask but never got around to. But we were “Bro’s” now and it would’ve seemed wrong.
Roselle fell asleep on top of me on the way back. im a sucker who falls for people easily and She was really sweet w/ me the whole trip.
Oddly , and Cindy attempted to explain this away to me while everyone was still in a drunken haze, if your a part of their group … messing around w/ Roselle is not only accepted but encouraged and generally overlooked. This includes whether or not your already dating someone, single, gay, straight, anything…. Messing around w/ Roselle is ok, in fact inevitable if your around long enough. Frankly I think my turn will come soon enough , all I got to do is stick around.
YAY?
Its gona be MY turn to ride the town bicycle, granted it’s a NICE bicycle, but im not so sure I want to.
*sees face book pic of Roselle at the beach, in a bikini*
Ok, who am I kidding, of COURSE I want my turn.
Caesar’s extended the option of stay in Brooklyn w/ them for the weekend sometime.
I think I am going to take them up on that offer once I have some cash.