Charlee’s Slice:
This weather has been amazing. It’s amazing it got this nice so early in the spring. Last weekend was crazy, and since my weekends now start on Thursday afternoon, I will start there. It started with watching jeopardy and drinking and then dancing the night away at the night light. It was entirely too hot at the nightlight which led to our early departure. Peter and I were the drunkest out of the group, and this led to probably the most ridiculous text exchange of my life. Basically Peter suggested I dress as a trapeze for Friday night’s jungle party, I said maybe a water buffalo if we could eat mozzarella, he called me a cannibal. I told him I would go as a jaguar-tiger hybrid and we agreed that we should team up against all our friends, and I took that as we should make cheeseburgers out of them. The conversation ended when I fell asleep, but I woke to a text calling me Donner party. The jungle party was not a party. There was no music, and no people. We dressed up none- the- less and looked fantastic! We then took Peter and Alex to the beaver so I could meet up with my old roommate. People were defiantly confused by our costumes in that they weren’t exactly costumes. All of Jessie’s friends complemented me on the feathers in my hair and my cat eye makeup, and then when they realized I was wearing a tail they asked if I came from a party. These are all math fellows, so if pi is not involved their interest isn’t either. But as a fan of pie I can get behind that. Saturday was a total bust, aside from the trip to sonic. We drank way too much way too fast because Erin demanded it. Rachel started puking 10 minutes after arriving at the first bar, so I took her back to my place, where she continued to puke. I decided to hit the hay and found that I had the spins worse than a theme park. Saturday night ended before midnight for the first time all year! Sunday was spent on the couch, not really doing homework, not really being lazy. Rachel’s roommate made the most amazing manicotti for everyone and we had a fun get together with Margaret, Erin, Mike, and Peter. Rachel’s other roommates and their boyfriends were there as well.So it was a nice "family" get together.
This last week went by like a dream. A lot of fun, with only a little bit to stress over. Monday was spent sun bathing in Erin’s backyard. Tuesday was spent at the beach with Rachel, Peter, and Erin. It was a blast, Rachel took the top of the jeep. Back in the hometown, going to the beach usually means going to the lake, but being in Bellingham we have 3 lakes to choose from and a long stretch of coast as well. This time we choose Larrabee, which was perfect, it wasn’t even windy. There were children in danger of being snatched up by seagulls, which sadly didn’t actually happen. I was all over the place on Wednesday, including sitting outside Rachel’s class room by complete coincidence. Thursday was spent looking at apartments for Erin and Rachel for next fall. We went to Boomer’s for cheese burgers; sadly a certain employee of interest was not working. We then went to Erin’s for our usual night of jeopardy, grey’s anatomy and eighties night. Except, I was there just for jeopardy and then had tickets to see death cab for cutie play downtown, so I left early. Death Cab played an awesome show, you could tell they enjoyed being back in their home town. Also, the Mount Baker Theater is a dream of a venue, and to top it off I had amazing seats right in the fifth row. Well, it was amazing until everyone decided to stand for the show, which is fine, except the two people in front of me both happened to be at least six foot, and they decided to be fondling each other the ENTIRE TIME! Sooo distracting/ disgusting. I’m defiantly not a PDA sort of person and sometimes even consider hand holding to be poor form. I have issues with personal space, but it could also be that I’m just bitter.
The last few weeks have just flown by. Its been great. A lot of fun to be had, with very little drama to pay for it. Rachel may beg to differ since she got fondled one weekend, and shitty drunk the next. In all, lets hope the last few weeks set the trend for the rest of the quarter.
Rachel’s Slice
Well, it’s been confirmed: the best stories I write are non-fiction. I couldn’t for the life of me come up with an idea for my third and final two page expansion for creative fiction. So, I made a mash-up of events that have happened to me the last few years and staged them in the setting “4am, locked in a bathroom, at a wake.” My professor wrote a comment in the margin saying she wanted me to expand this piece since really she cared about these characters and wanted to know more about them. Basically, she cares about me and wants to know about my life. READ THE PIE BLOG! Also, I’m super ecstatic because I got a really high grade on my first round of Sci-Fi lit work. I had been under the impression that I was not.getting.it. Apparently, I actually am and my professor is more willing to call on me in class. This is perfectly fine because I have noticed that Young Matty has been paying more attention to me. In fact, I caught him glancing at me all through class on Friday—I put on my “I’m super into what we’re talking about,” smile and took diligent notes. I also flipped my curly hair as often as possible. Young Matty is my eye candy of the quarter and is both intelligent and adorable.
This last week has been so incredibly amazing that I keep waiting for something bad to happen to bring me back down a peg. I was hired for the summer job I desperately wanted, I won an autograph from one of my all-time favorite authors, I’m doing amazing in my classes, the sun was shining so I could take the top off the Jeep, and Erin and I are setting up walk-throughs on apartments like crazy. Plus, the Physicist said I made a super cute jaguar-spotted jungle girl...but he would perfer me with just the spots on(Scandalous!) The only thing that seemed like it might be going wrong was the Broman and I were having another non-speaking bad streak, but even that turned out to be untrue. He just hadn’t got my texts or something. He certainly didn’t seem to be avoiding me on my couch last night.
Tonight we hit downtown Seattle up for a change since Charlee, Erin and I are all down in the hometown doing laundry at our parents’ house. We went out dancing, of course. The boys drank a few drinks, Erin did a couple of shots, and pretty soon we were out on the dance floor having a time. If you haven’t figured it out, I’m a huge flirt. I love dancing, but love it even more if I have a guy to dance all up on. I’d hoped the Broman might join in for the night, sadly he did not. So, that meant that Rachel was on the prowl tonight! I have a super soft spot in my heart for goofy awkward dancers—there’s something just super endearing and adorable about it. That being said, I spotted—we’ll call him Mac—early on in our dancing. I had my mark, now I just needed to manipulate the situation to get him to come over. Like a great magician, I never reveal my secrets as to how I get these boys; but I think there’s only been one time I haven’t succeeded.
Mac asked me to dance, then promptly introduced himself, asked my name and shook my hand. Then he asked to be introduced to all of my girls and shook each of their hands accordingly. Then he awkwardly and adorably danced with me, making my night all the much better. Mac also managed to make small talk with the girls and I back at our table and held his own. He dazzled us with his profession (physical therapist), graduation status (WSU graduate) and in the end paid me the highest compliment by assuming that I was 22! (He may have also said I was by far the sexiest girl he’d danced with in all of his weekly visits to this particular bar, and said I had awesome friends). He was asking questions and I said something about Erin being the Princess of the group. Then he asked what role I played in the group, but posed this question straight at Charlee and Erin. Charlee at first said I was the wild one—too bad Erin spoke louder and said I was a “2 Buck Whore,” it got only slightly worse when Charlee said, “Two bucks? Way cheaper than that!” Mac laughed, and I explained that while they were exaggerating, there was a hint of truth. Tough love as it were. And despite the fact that he thought I was cute, had great friends, and danced in a way that got him hot around the collar, Mac did not ask for my number at the end of the night.
Thank goodness I don’t have to add another guy to the list. I think assorted boys in Bellingham, Broman in the hometown, and Physicist in Alaska is plenty enough for one girl. Thanks Mac for saving me the trouble of waiting for your call—I did learn something from “He’s Just Not That into You” after all.
This week is going so amazing that I don’t even want to attempt to elaborate on getting groped or about throwing up in bar bathroom last weekend. Another day, dear readers.
XOXO, Rachel
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