Lets see now - in current life - its really hot - I've got turkey and rice on the stove and I just sneezed all over the keyboard.
Back to my life (the exciting parts anyway..) story-
PART THREE (must read previous two entries to fully understand the context):
So where was I oh yes on day 2 (which is day two of my adventures even though its my 3rd day there), return from jail. So that night we all went dancing at some dirty punk/rockabilly? bar I can't remember the name of - something like The House or The Farm?
J. and I slow danced and he said "Well I guess that wasn't a very gentlemanly way of courting you so I'd like to ask you out on a proper date." and I said yes. I met P. who as it turns out wasn't actually punk at all.
Then I lay under a truck. It was amazing.
Then I had a threesome with J. and P. on the top bunkbed in the youth hostel side house while other people tried to sleep. I also discovered that whiskey poured on you naked might seem sexy but its actually awful and burny.
Day 3 - Now this is where time gets sort of blurry I remember everything that happened but not in quite the right order. Did I mention that the hostel had a 50 cent BEER MACHINE out back?
So J. and I went on our date and we got 2 types of alligator because he'd never had it and drank fancy wine and were paranoid about my under-21-ness and cops.
All the while its like he's known me my whole life and we are both crazy libras and end up sharing my bed at the hostel and saying we're soulmates and stuff.
Then we drove around and ended up at an internet cafe where I teased him about how preppy and yuppie he is. I was saying "oh yeah you probably have a summer house and a trust fund and a plane blah blah blah"
and he says
"That girl (he named her) told you I have a plane?"
What?!
So I play along and I'm like "Um, yeah... was she not supposed to?"
and he says
"Well no, I don't like people to know right away because it weirds them out and scares them. But I'm glad you know because now we can go somewhere!"
We decide we want privacy so we go to the Holiday Inn where I convince an employee to give me her button that says "Drug Free Hotel" which I wear on my black velvet jacket for the next month or so..
He drinks a lot he cries he rips the label off a pillow. We pick different names to call each other every day. I read him passages from The Sound and The Fury, we make love we take sexy pictures we abandon the nast sweet gas station champagne.
We talk about going to an amusment park. We talk about going to Las Vegas to get married.
The next few days - still in time order blur.
A rat eats all of my balance bars. An Indian Princess with a bondage belt feeds us her balance bars and granola in bed. She non-sexually suggests we shower together to save time and hot water. We do. I keep expectinng it to be a come on but it isn't.
J. and I buy a tape deck so I can play him my ex-girlfriends demo tape. WE own the tape deck. It is a joint belonging.
We continue to pick new names every day - one day we let the Norwegian girls name us. A thursday I think - They name us Pia and Canute.
We decide to have sober days to make sure we actually like each other sober.
P. comes over drunk and plays with mardi gras beads and I try to make him play scrabble but he passes out.
We go to Thrift City and buy my wedding dress. The woman at the store assumes I am buying a mardi gras costume.
It turns out all the amusement parks are closed this time of year.
That's enough for now.
TBC
Back to my life (the exciting parts anyway..) story-
PART THREE (must read previous two entries to fully understand the context):
So where was I oh yes on day 2 (which is day two of my adventures even though its my 3rd day there), return from jail. So that night we all went dancing at some dirty punk/rockabilly? bar I can't remember the name of - something like The House or The Farm?
J. and I slow danced and he said "Well I guess that wasn't a very gentlemanly way of courting you so I'd like to ask you out on a proper date." and I said yes. I met P. who as it turns out wasn't actually punk at all.
Then I lay under a truck. It was amazing.
Then I had a threesome with J. and P. on the top bunkbed in the youth hostel side house while other people tried to sleep. I also discovered that whiskey poured on you naked might seem sexy but its actually awful and burny.
Day 3 - Now this is where time gets sort of blurry I remember everything that happened but not in quite the right order. Did I mention that the hostel had a 50 cent BEER MACHINE out back?
So J. and I went on our date and we got 2 types of alligator because he'd never had it and drank fancy wine and were paranoid about my under-21-ness and cops.
All the while its like he's known me my whole life and we are both crazy libras and end up sharing my bed at the hostel and saying we're soulmates and stuff.
Then we drove around and ended up at an internet cafe where I teased him about how preppy and yuppie he is. I was saying "oh yeah you probably have a summer house and a trust fund and a plane blah blah blah"
and he says
"That girl (he named her) told you I have a plane?"
What?!
So I play along and I'm like "Um, yeah... was she not supposed to?"
and he says
"Well no, I don't like people to know right away because it weirds them out and scares them. But I'm glad you know because now we can go somewhere!"
We decide we want privacy so we go to the Holiday Inn where I convince an employee to give me her button that says "Drug Free Hotel" which I wear on my black velvet jacket for the next month or so..
He drinks a lot he cries he rips the label off a pillow. We pick different names to call each other every day. I read him passages from The Sound and The Fury, we make love we take sexy pictures we abandon the nast sweet gas station champagne.
We talk about going to an amusment park. We talk about going to Las Vegas to get married.
The next few days - still in time order blur.
A rat eats all of my balance bars. An Indian Princess with a bondage belt feeds us her balance bars and granola in bed. She non-sexually suggests we shower together to save time and hot water. We do. I keep expectinng it to be a come on but it isn't.
J. and I buy a tape deck so I can play him my ex-girlfriends demo tape. WE own the tape deck. It is a joint belonging.
We continue to pick new names every day - one day we let the Norwegian girls name us. A thursday I think - They name us Pia and Canute.
We decide to have sober days to make sure we actually like each other sober.
P. comes over drunk and plays with mardi gras beads and I try to make him play scrabble but he passes out.
We go to Thrift City and buy my wedding dress. The woman at the store assumes I am buying a mardi gras costume.
It turns out all the amusement parks are closed this time of year.
That's enough for now.
TBC
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leningrad:
amazing.
papawheelie:
rock on sister