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Love
and Hate
Monday, July 15, 2002 1:37 AM |
Lucky magazine is the devil. I'm back on
another shopping craze. *sigh* Curse that wonderful and horrible
magazine! Isn't it weird how you can love and hate something at
the same time?
This Saturday was the annual Apple River
trip that's planned by my coworker Brian, who we call Richie, or
Bitchie, because his last name is Cunningham... erm, that probably
didn't make any sense. Whatever. Anyway, I was up till 6am Friday
night, for reasons I won't go into here, and couldn't get up at
10am to drive down with Jorge and go tubing. I wasn't really looking
forward to going down a river that's 50% beer and 50% piss anyway.
Camping isn't one of my things either, sleeping on the hard cold
ground is just not appealing, and I think I'm one of the few people
that actually wears makeup when camping! I was planning on just
going down for a few hours and drive back home when I sobered up.
That didn't happen. Good thing too since I'm very certain that I
wouldn't of found my way back to the cities in the dark.
Driving down to Wisconsin was quite an experience.
On the way there I didn't really get lost, there were signs that
led me to Somerset. On the way back on the other hand, I randomly
chose some road to go west, and ended up in Stillwater when I was
trying to find 94 :P It was pretty convenient tho since 36 out of
Stillwater goes right to my house, so I was victorious! Anyway,
that's boring, but the party sure wasn't too boring.
So I get down there and sat around with the
rest of my coworkers, getting drunk. Paul, my boss's boss was there,
Russ and his (hopefully) new girlfriend Marcy, Adam and Jen, Mike
and Jamie, Brian, Larry, Eric, etc etc. We played a game of President
and Asshole, I don't really remember how I did but I was dragged
away to "have my eyes turn red" if you know what I mean.
By the time I got back, Paul ended up being the asshole since he
has no clue how to play the game. I took over his crappy ass hand
and made him vice president! I rule. Then he goes and accidently
steps on my hand! Grr! :) If you don't know what this game is, don't
worry, I don't really know how to play either.
After that game we all got bored with playing
cards (who the hell plays cards at a party?) and I went to dance
with Jen by the speakers. Matt and Russ hooked up this insane contraption
that involved a generator, two big ass speakers, a laptop with tons
of bad mp3s, and a disco ball. It was quite entertaining to say
the least. Pretty soon Paul, Russ, Marcy, Danielle (and her boss
I forget her name bah!) were also groovin. Nobody else did how lame
is that? We must of looked pretty god damn stupid, we tried to do
the electric slide but later found out that doing that drunk, on
uneven grounds, is extremely hard. Then I found some guy without
a shirt running about and I grabbed him to come and dance, because
damn, people need to DANCE! Found out later his name is Mike. (not
to be confused with coworker Mike.)
Mike was an interesting character. I say
'was' because I'm probably not going to see him ever again. His
nickname is "dickhead" and he was proud of it. I soon
found out why he's nicknamed dickhead. He made rude comments to
pretty much everybody it was pretty god damn funny. Larry said,
you know Mike, I don't really know how I feel about you, but I think
I like you and I hate you at the same time. This is exactly how
it was. He never said anything mean to me tho, probably because
he found me attractive. I don't know what it is, it's always cool
when a guy is an ass to other chicks (and guys) except for you.
Makes you feel kind of special in a sadistic way. It was kind of
nice since I was pretty down for most of the week. Sean hasn't been
around as much as I wanted, and it was nice having somebody pay
attention to me. I was bitching about this to Larry and I'm pretty
sure Mike heard. I think I overheard that he has a girlfriend but
I never asked. I thought he was going to be a jerk to me after he
heard that (since the assumption is that when a guy is nice to you
he's most likely after one thing...) but he wasn't at all.
After a few more hours of partying, starting
up congo lines around the fire, trying to make people dance, getting
more drunk, doing bad things with Larry and Paul (I don't mean hankey
pankey sickos, I mean you know, what you do under the bridge uptown
when you were in high school)... everything got quiet, people started
to scurry off to their tents. Half the campground was probably fucking.
Cuz that's what Apple River is all about. Only a handful of us were
left by the fire. I think we talked about whether it's ok or not
to go commando for like 3 hours because Mike had no underwear on,
and how we found out is that he has a hole in the asscheek of his
jeans, it wasn't a big hole but you could see that he's not wearing
boxers. Anyway, then something extremely refreshing happened.
I was being lazy and didn't want to get up
to get my own beer, Mike was trying to motivate me, and got me to
get up and walked me to the cooler, and then to his truck to get
more beer. I was thinking, oh great now he's going to try to make
a move or something. He didn't at all it was great. He gave me a
big hug, and just hugged me for like 5 minutes. I totally needed
that. :) What a nice guy. When we all finally turned in, he walked
me to my tent (it is Adam and Jen's tent, they went home for the
night because Jen just had surgery on her knee and couldn't sleep
on the ground again) and he gave me another long hug. Having a guy,
who is just a complete jerk to everybody including his friends,
be incredibly sweet to you when others are not around is fucking
cool. I'll say again, what a nice guy. I told him I won't tell anybody
tho, he has a reputation to keep.
So there you go, I went to the river and
I didn't fuck anybody! Now last year... we won't mention last year.
People are still giving me shit for last year.
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