Charlee's Slice
School is kicking my ass. That is pretty much all there is to say! I’m in the process of trying to write my research paper that I have been putting off all week, and still can’t find the motivation to get it done. So, all I have for you is yet another boring post about how I have too much on my plate, and how I’m having no fun.Well, no fun is something of an exaggeration.
Last weekend did have a few fun filled moments. Rachel and I went to see Star Trek on Friday night. It was a pretty decent movie. We were probably the two coolest people in the theater, but I guess that also made us the black sheep of the bunch. Also, the adorably nerdy high school boys behind us were stealing all my jokes during the previews. That shit is not okay!
The movie let out at 10, and no true pie girl goes to bed at 10 on a Friday night, especially not after the lame-o run that we’ve been having. We decided to venture out to Queen Anne to meet up with some friends, where we had a low key evening just chit-chatting while Buffy the Vampire slayer the movie played on in the background.
Saturday we were supposed to go to the Seattle cheese festival at pike place, but those plans got benched since half our group was stalled up in Bellingham. I managed to still spend the day in the sun, which was amazing. I’m still not tan though. Saturday night I drove Rachel out to west Seattle for her cousin’s girlfriend’s birthday. We then took cabs into belle town, where everyone but the two of us got really drunk. I’ll let Rachel tell you all about it, since I’m sure she will do a better job than me. All I have to say is that I managed to still have a lot of fun even though one of their drunk friends kept “accidentally” touching my crotch. Boob I can understand, crotch- that is no accident. Also, it happened at least four times, c’mon! Also, I managed to not hit the hay until after 4 am knowing I had to wake up in four hours.
Sunday we managed to make it out to the cheese festival, our group was somehow delayed 3 hours, so Rachel and I basked in the sun and walked the pier. We spent some time in the ye old curiosity shoppe, which I think should be the title of our band’s first album, if we ever get together and jam. I’m not sure of our current name, and my suggestion of Homebody and the Wanderlusts was not received with much enthusiasm, except by Rachel. I think the highlight of Sunday actually was making it home without my car dying on the 520 bridge, since my car is deceptive and doesn’t let me know when it needs gas. But, we made it home safe and sound. And, alas, I had a large pile of homework waiting for me. The homework trend has continued all week, and I couldn’t be more thankful for the three day weekend. I’ll be spending it at the Gorge, three days of kick ass music. Hopefully it will be worth the camping. It should be an event to report on in the next pie blog.
PS shout out to Maggie! thanks for lunch, I’m so glad things are working out for you, have fun in Wyoming, but I’ll see you before then hopefully.
PPS apparently the quantum physicist or whoever in star trek didn’t realize that “space is moving.” Hello! Big Bang!
Rachel’s Slice:
All I can say is: 16 days. The Physicist and I will be going out on the most amazing date ever just a mere 16 days from now. But, in the meantime, I have a short story to finish, a 400 page book to read and write an essay on and I have to float through a freshman level psych class as easily as I can. I’ll just flip autopilot on for that stuff though.
This will be the third weekend in a row that I venture on down to the homefront. As much as I love my little barhopping life up here at school, if conditions are right at home I usually end up having crazier weekends there. Charlee filled you in on last weekend in Belltown for Kate’s 25th, but I think my end of the story would not make as much sense with out a little back story. My cousin Alex pays rent on a house fifteen minutes from my parent’s house. I say pays rent rather than lives in since he now stays over at Kate’s house for the majority of the week. Also living in the house are his (semi?)roommates Bart and Dan. So, craft up a cute little acronym and it’s referred to as the BAD house. Alex and Kate invite me out most weekends I’m home and we’ve had many a drunken family dinner at the BAD house the last few months.
There seem to be a lot of birthdays in May, so the BAD boys planned a triple keggar for the weekend before last. Of course I was invited and actually showed up with my parents. The big joke was my parents get invited to keggars on a regular basis by the 22-28 age bracket. Oh dear. According to Alex—and this may come as no surprise to you—I was a hit at the party. I’m always good for trying to start a dance party, being a bitchin’ flip-cup player, and of course flirting shamelessly. Well, there’s been a very palpable sexual tension building between Dan and me over the last few months. I think he’s adorable in his too-shy-until-he-has-enough-booze-in-him kind of way and he has drunkenly come-on to me with such classic lines like: “You can sleep in my bed anytime,” and “Let’s just go chill in my room for awhile. Forget these fools.”
My cousin just happens to be the biggest cock-blocker of my life. When he gets drunk enough though, he tells me things like, “Rachel, do whatever you want. And I mean *do* whatever.” So, I decided that since I needed a bed to sleep in after the BAD party it might as well be Dan’s. After I convinced him that if we didn’t tell Alex what went down no one would know, Dan invited me into his room. I was promptly introduced to his parents’ dog, Aiden, who he was watching for the weekend. He took off his belt and shoes, hopped into bed and asked me if I could please turn off the light. Then he informed me that he was going to pass out. Yep, I had a guy pass out on me. Don’t get me wrong, I definitely tried to coax him into a potential hook-up, but when he didn’t respond I figured he was simply too drunk. The rest of the night I spent snuggled in next to Dan while Aiden jumped up and tried to cuddle in between us every ten minutes.
So here we all are the next weekend in Belltown. Dan doesn’t say a word to me all night until he drunkenly takes a seat on a couch next to me. Then, we have the “are you avoiding me” conversation. I laid it out straight—if he’s feeling awkward because he didn’t want to do anything with me fine. But just say so. He tells me I’ve got it all wrong—he didn’t touch me because he’s afraid Alex will kick his ass. I told him that when Alex asked where I slept, I said out on the couch. Dan decided that I had his best interests in mind and we basically both agreed that the next chance we got—Shit was finally going down. Then Bart decided he wanted to know the full story. Bart goes to Alex and says, “Dude, if Dan fucked Rachel, would you care?” Alex said he wouldn’t. Bart called Dan a pussy. Then Bart gave me this little revelation: “If I didn’t have a girlfriend—I’d be fucking your friend right now.” !!!!!!!! Bart had the hotts for Charlee!!!!!!!! Not that that’s a big surprise since she’s adorable, but more the fact that he would bold face tell me that. What a bunch of crazy guys. Well, Dan was bummed that I left that night instead of crashing at Kate’s with everyone else, but then he went all Bro-like again when Bart suggested that we touch before I go, you know, just let our lips touch one another. Well Bart, I might have given Dan a fucking blow-job right on the front lawn—but you were standing right there!!
So, Dan’s now prepped to be my summer fling in the hometown. But until I have to get that underway, I’m going to enjoy my most amazing date with the Physicist and start this summer off right! Keep cool, kiddos!
XOXO, Rachel
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