Blame it on the shirt
For once, I had an Audrey style weekend. ok, really it was only one day but still. Lately, for me that's a lot.
Saturday night I had told Maretta that I would come out with her to the Broken Spoke. It's in Penrose (where I live) so it's like a five minute drive. Maretta called me at 830 and told me she'd be there around 9 ish. I am in my sweatpants and sweatshirt with my hair up. So I drag myself into the bathroom and give my forehead a nice coating of foundation as I have a huge blemish/cyst thing that won't go away. I decided to put my clothes from the day back on rather than wear something like a huge sweatshirt. Maretta and I bought these shirts in Denver a few weeks ago, it's this yellow babydoll lacy camisole top that Maretta said I had to buy cuz it made my boobs look amazing.
And apparently, the shirt worked.
I've always said that I never want to go out in Penrose since I will run into people I once knew. Which is exactly what happened. But the good thing about the fact that I was a nerdy, unattractive, naive, homeschooled girl is that no one remembers me now. This one guy came up to me and was like "do I know you?" and once he found out that he did he proceded to ask me a million questions. I felt sort of like I was in a marriage interview. "Are you Catholic" "no" "oh I am" with an internal dialogue of "well damn, I can't marry her for sure". And "do you cook?" "Can you make spaghetti?" To his credit, he did ask if I had any pets and we all know I love any excuse to dish about my favorite boy- Hunty.
This other boy was semi-introduced to me by a woman who used to play softball with my mom, stated that my mom was hot. Later, when he asked me why I wasn't talking much, I told him it was because I heard he thought my mom was hot. he was only semi-drunk at this time. he and I talked for quite awhile. He's a football coach, and I'm dismayed that he's 25 and I think he's still living at home. but he's moving to Austin (or so he says) and when one of his friends contested that, he got on his cell and called someone and wanted his friend to tell me he really was going. he also told me that we had to dance before I left for the night. I refused to ask him, and told him that when he asked me why I hadn't asked him. (wow, this is so lame it's almost entertaining). PS. Do not country dance in clogs. It hurts your hips.
So both these boys have my phone number, since it's too hard to say no and it's too small of a town to give them a fake number. First boy said he'd call sometime and take me to see his family's greyhound farm and then maybe go fishing sometime? And second boy said he'd call me yesterday which didn't happen. But as I told him, I'm not looking for something here, since I want to leave. Perhaps he was clear headed enough to get my meaning, or maybe he was so drunk that he forgot all about it. Besides, I went to school with his sister and she was a total witch.
This doesn't even cover all the crazy comments from that night. I don't think I can even put them into words.
Saturday night I had told Maretta that I would come out with her to the Broken Spoke. It's in Penrose (where I live) so it's like a five minute drive. Maretta called me at 830 and told me she'd be there around 9 ish. I am in my sweatpants and sweatshirt with my hair up. So I drag myself into the bathroom and give my forehead a nice coating of foundation as I have a huge blemish/cyst thing that won't go away. I decided to put my clothes from the day back on rather than wear something like a huge sweatshirt. Maretta and I bought these shirts in Denver a few weeks ago, it's this yellow babydoll lacy camisole top that Maretta said I had to buy cuz it made my boobs look amazing.
And apparently, the shirt worked.
I've always said that I never want to go out in Penrose since I will run into people I once knew. Which is exactly what happened. But the good thing about the fact that I was a nerdy, unattractive, naive, homeschooled girl is that no one remembers me now. This one guy came up to me and was like "do I know you?" and once he found out that he did he proceded to ask me a million questions. I felt sort of like I was in a marriage interview. "Are you Catholic" "no" "oh I am" with an internal dialogue of "well damn, I can't marry her for sure". And "do you cook?" "Can you make spaghetti?" To his credit, he did ask if I had any pets and we all know I love any excuse to dish about my favorite boy- Hunty.
This other boy was semi-introduced to me by a woman who used to play softball with my mom, stated that my mom was hot. Later, when he asked me why I wasn't talking much, I told him it was because I heard he thought my mom was hot. he was only semi-drunk at this time. he and I talked for quite awhile. He's a football coach, and I'm dismayed that he's 25 and I think he's still living at home. but he's moving to Austin (or so he says) and when one of his friends contested that, he got on his cell and called someone and wanted his friend to tell me he really was going. he also told me that we had to dance before I left for the night. I refused to ask him, and told him that when he asked me why I hadn't asked him. (wow, this is so lame it's almost entertaining). PS. Do not country dance in clogs. It hurts your hips.
So both these boys have my phone number, since it's too hard to say no and it's too small of a town to give them a fake number. First boy said he'd call sometime and take me to see his family's greyhound farm and then maybe go fishing sometime? And second boy said he'd call me yesterday which didn't happen. But as I told him, I'm not looking for something here, since I want to leave. Perhaps he was clear headed enough to get my meaning, or maybe he was so drunk that he forgot all about it. Besides, I went to school with his sister and she was a total witch.
This doesn't even cover all the crazy comments from that night. I don't think I can even put them into words.