My spring break had been really busy outside of family affairs. I basically partied with Kurt the entire time, and he's doing great. Kind of a little more bitter and bitterly sarcastic, but I can understand where he's coming from, since he was hurt because Alicia turned out to be a cheating bitch the entire time they were dating off and on. So he's exactly where I was a year ago between Mai and I.
First party was a hotel party. I told my mom that I was going to my friend's house, but instead I was at a Hilton in FBF celebrating other friend, Chelsea's birthday. ( I'm not talking about the one from Garage Band class
, since she's currently carrying her boyfriend's baby) Kurt, a buddy of his from college, and I all pitched in to provide the booze and chasers for the party. Kurt drove, I provided the money and the buddy got the alcohol from the liquor store. Nobody wants to hear about the boring details, but I'll tell you that my night was a Tucker Max
novel (and yes that is a real book):
1) We almost got kicked out twice- once at midnight and another time at 5 AM, due to noise complaints. The second one should have been prevented because we were playing music.
2) I got drunk, but I wasn't the most drunk person there. The birthday girl's best gal pal (yes I just said that- don't judge me) took 20 minutes to go from sober to black out drunk. You know what she did? Oh god, I can't think of anything more extreme than wild, but holy shit, was she wild. To begin with, she took off all of her clothes in the room, then she went outside and peed in the hallway of the Hilton. Her picture that night was under the dictionary definition of Shitshow
... okay not really. However, to make matters worse, there was a peewee hockey team staying in the hotel for a tournament on our floor. Whoops!
3) I stopped drinking, and to be honest, I did want my keys back at 3 am, but I texted ahead saying I wasn't coming home because nobody would give me my keys. So I went into one of the hotel rooms and slept in the chair that was next to the bed. Only to hear the birthday girl screaming at 4 am claiming how she's a fuck-up. Then we dropped off Kurt's buddy in his home in Minneapolis in my car.
Erm... enough getting drunk for awhile. Later that week, I went to another party and stayed sober. Smoked a lot of hookah, and found out that my friend's brother-in-law is the hottest piece of ass I've ever seen in the entire state of Minnesota. But other than that there was nothing memorable about that party.
Wednesday, the night before my grandpa's funeral, I went bowling with Kurt. Okay- I need to name Kurt's friend at this point. Let's call him Sam. Go old school and not use initials. So Sam and Kurt go to Don Pablo's after class. I was with them that day, so I sat and studied Economics (got a B on the exam :D ) before they got out of class. Then I stuffed myself with fajitas and a combo before we went bowling. I sucked and got bored after awhile, so I had Kurt bowl with me. The mofo totally shredded his arm and chest going bowling. Like a weight-lifter, though- he wasn't injured. But haha- yeah- I bet he felt that in the morning. Sam's buddies showed up little by little- at first we just met up with one guy, but he left before we did. Then a couple that looked like they were old enough to be professionals showed up, and ordered a basket of fries. The guy plays in a number of bands, meanwhile his girlfriend works two jobs- as a business owner and as an interior designer. I can't remember her name, so I can't even assign her a fake name, but it's a damn shame since as I'm writing that, I'm looking at becoming an architect. Also they were hella nice and fun-loving. I mean- I was shocked to find out that they were both 30, since she looks like she's 25.
I also had lunch with Claire and her sis again before looking for her parents' wedding stuff. She's planning to throw an anniversary party for her folks, which is sweet. Because she doesn't get along with her folks, so finding old films of her dad's childhood in the process was like winning the lottery. We gave up trying to find the wedding registry (but we found the decorations, as well as a picture of her cousin's dad. Fact- he's bald now. Nothing wrong with balding guys but hey- I can make fun of that like how I can make fun of the fact that I liked her cousin. Aw well. We're better off as friends.) Then we went to lunch at Olive Garden. Soup, salad, breadsticks lunch, ftw. I love that shit. :D After, I went with Kurt to buy a book of dirty Spanish and green design at Borders, which is closing its doors. The dirty Spanish book is still sitting in my car, but I think the design books are at home.
When I got back to campus, everything got better. I had drama before I left, but that settled itself over. Doesn't it always? For St. Patty's Day, I pregamed in my friend's dorm and then went bar hopping with friends downtown. Buffalo Wild Wings and a pub downtown. Yeah- a pub. I also got exercise by walking a mile down and uphill. If you've ever been here, you'd know that the town was built in a valley, but the campus is on a hill. These hills get steep, so they make amazing exercise. So I had a great time doing that on St. Patty's day.
Remember how I got the prophecy
less than 18 months ago? It's still valid, because...
Next day, I was bored and didn't want to study, so I went to the unofficial gay bar in town, sang a little kareoke. I was supposed to leave by 9, but I stayed and nobody cared. I met a few guys there. Like Jen. Christ- Jen's a creeper. Yes- it's a fake name, but Jen is a 6'5" tall, overweight, 35-year-old gay man with a smile somewhere between Paul Lynde
and John Wayne Gacy
. I'm talking Kinsey-scale-9 gay, and when he talks, Judy Garland, Lady Gaga and
Madonna all fall out of his mouth. I couldn't get autographs, unfortunately, but that takes talent. He made no hint that he just wants me to fuck his brains out. When he introduced himself, he was probably three inches from my face, and later on, when I talked to another guy named JJ, he grabbed my ass and smiled at me. Yet I'm stupid enough to give him my number. So I lead him on. Fuck my life.
However, JJ and I got to talking and we hit it off. At least after drinking a mojito, a sex on the beach, and a pinot noir, I thought we did. LOOK AT HOW GAY I AM!!!! Not really. So this is a 180 from Jen- a 6' tall guy, really good-looking, broad shoulders, baseball build, flies under the gaydar, and we were talking and right before he goes to do Kareoke, I jokingly asked him if he was a top or bottom. He gives me a serious answer and a lightbulb went off in my head. My friend, MK and I were talking and she was like "oh my god he's so cute" and then we went up to sing, but we sat back down. Turns out that JJ and some other guy were right by us, and they looked alike- both had the same shirts on and hair cuts/styles. We both left the bar separately, but I returned to go back to the bar, where he was waiting in his Audi A6. I'm dead serious- he drives a hell of a nice car. When I got in the car, he drove me back to his place. On the way there, he said "hey- should we race these guys?" and I was like "wouldn't we get pulled over by the cops?"
"I wouldn't worry about that."
"Why's that?" I asked him before he whipped out his police badge.
"Yeah, but you're safe with me, kid."
Do I even have to say what happened next? It's obvious
if you ask me. Since this is behind closed doors, all I can say is that I barely lost my V-card, but I did lose it. And Jen kept texting me. That was really annoying.
So I need to slow it down. Otherwise I'm going to get bored with life. But that was my past two weeks.
And I'm back. Now back to writing my second post.