It’s been ages since I’ve written an entry here, basically because I haven’t really felt like it. Every once in a while I’ve had something worth writing about but I really haven’t had the motivation to do so. Basically I’ve had a pretty good time lately, Meg’s been working on loosening me up a bit. I suppose the most noteworthy thing that’s happened lately is our ‘No Pants Day’ party. As you may have guessed by the name of the party, it was ‘No Pants Day’ a few weeks ago, so my friend Timmy (the one who I suspected had a crush on me) had the ingenious idea of having a party for it. So after that I promptly came up with the equation ‘No Pants + Booze = Fun’. Mostly my equation turned out to be correct, although there are perhaps a few other factors I should have thought of adding in. Seeing as I really can’t have parties at my house considering I still live with my parents and grandfather, I kind of volunteered Meg to have it at her house. Luckily, she was cool with it. Yeah, I can be incredibly insensitive sometimes, I must admit, but it seemed as good an idea as any to spend time with Michael, that guy I was semi-attracted to. For some reason I had the delusion I might have a chance, and I’m frankly desperate enough to have taken it. Yes, ladies and gents, I’m getting a little desperate. But you go five years without a boyfriend/girlfriend and tell me you’re not a little desperate.
So anyways I got the most awesome boxers ever to wear. They have Peter Griffin from ‘Family Guy’ standing in his underwear and they say ‘Have you seen my pants?’ which I figured was appropriate for ‘No Pants Day.’ I wore them to choir rehearsal, although I was disappointed in the lack of response. Michael did notice and appreciate them, which made me happy, but I’m not one for wearing shorts that short in public so I felt a little awkward the whole time. Luckily the coolness of my shorts and the fact that it was a national holiday making it ok to wear them in public gave me courage. Plus I think my legs are pretty ok. I’ve been complimented on them in high school, and my gay friend told me they were ‘good’ on ‘No Pants Day’ when I expressed insecurities. Perhaps he was just trying to make me feel better, though. Who knows.
So anyway, earlier that day Meg took me to get a streak put in my hair, right behind my right ear. It’s a really pretty reddish-purple but it’s already starting to fade. I’m thinking about getting another one along my temple, kind of ‘Bride of Frankenstein’ style - or actually if you’ve heard of it, more like Susan Sto Helit from Terry Pratchett’s ‘Discworld’ series. Probably the same color. I don’t think I’ll ever do my whole head, though, because my hair is my favorite part about myself and I really like the natural color. So even though Meg’s trying to get me to dye all of it I don’t think I ever will.
After that, Meg and I went to get mani/pedis, which was a lot of fun, but it took longer than we expected so we were worried that we were going to be late for our choir dress rehearsal, and Meg has this bizarre phobia of being late, apparently. So we climbed into her car and she set off at a truly frightening speed, at one point doing a U-turn that I was seriously sure would tip over the car. Plus Meg starting hopping up and down and talking like a lunatic. Which all would have been highly amusing had I not been worrying about my imminent death at the hands of my best friend. Luckily we made it there with time to spare and poor Meg calmed down. I didn’t hold the madness against her because I was the one who insisted we get our nails done, and there have been plenty of times that I, also, have behaved a little madly when stressed. So is this entry getting long enough for you? This is what happens when I have a slow night at work.
So after choir rehearsal Meg and I grabbed our friend Morgan and got in her car to pick up Timmy and then some booze. Now, I can’t quite remember how we got lost, I think we missed the freeway entrance or something, and Timmy’s like, ‘Ok I know where we are, just follow this road and we’ll get to the freeway.’ (Not his exact word, but that’s basically what he said.) So we follow this crazy windy road through this upper-class neighborhood where I proceed to get carsick, and at the end of the road nearly ten minutes later WE WERE BACK WHERE WE STARTED. But we did find the freeway, so despite some serious irritation at Timmy we got to Meg’s house.
From there we proceeded to order pizzas for everyone, and I’m afraid to say I ate an entire small pizza by myself, although in my defence I was planning on drinking for my first time and I wanted my stomach to be well-insulated. And I was being a pig. So sue me.
Finally everyone shows up, and the drinking promptly commences. Actually, I’m seriously thinking that the only reason Michael hangs out with us is that we give him alcohol. Seriously. But that’s beside the point. I finally got the nerve up to try my first drink when everyone decided to take a shot - an ‘Irish Car Bomb.’ Unfortunately for a first-timer this is very strong. It was awful - I almost barfed. Alcohol is probably the most disgusting thing I’ve ever tasted in my life. So I had Meg finish mine while I chugged a Pepsi to get the taste out of my mouth. Next I tried a ‘Brain Hemorrhage,’ which I thought was an ominous name, but I went for it anyway. It was still nasty, but it was at least tolerable. Finally Meg took pity on me and made me a drink that was mostly orange juice with some sort of alcohol in it. This was good, and I mostly stuck with that for the rest of the night. I got a little tipsy, but not bad. Since it was my first time I wanted to take it easy, and I think my stomach was well insulated from all the pizza I ate earlier (although I did get a bit nauseous for a while - but it went away eventually). After that we spent most of the night playing video games, and useless things like that. I had considered making a move on Michael that night, but I never really found the right moment, and I’m kind of glad I didn’t, because I don’t think it would’ve worked out anyway. ‘Sides, I’m over him. Sometimes I think I just get crushes on guys to pass the time. It sounds horrible, but there you are.
Finally I decided to go to sleep. Morgan had passed out cold on one of the couches a long time ago, and the drinking made me drowsy. So Meg’s boyfriend helped me pull out the couch bed and I got settled in while he and Meg went into their room to go to sleep. Michael, Timmy, and the other guy there, ‘Mikey,’ who were more than a little drunk, went outside to talk - and not quietly, either. It must have been two or three in the morning by then, and I was trying to sleep, and the neighbors were trying to sleep. But still, the conversation was oh-so-interesting. I’ve never actually heard guy-talk unfettered by a female’s listening.
Oops! I’m out of time and I have to go finish up my work-night. To be continued!
Next time on K.T. Rants!: What the guys said, and the big cleanup!
