Charlee’s slice
I don’t know what happened to my social life. The starving homeless people must have eaten it. Since that is how I spend all my time now; getting food and clothes to the homeless.
Peter and I got up early on Saturday to make 80+ pounds of apple crisp to serve at Sunday’s community dinner. We got done a little bit earlier than expected so we took a quick trip downtown so I could get a gift for my mom, and so Peter could get guitar strings. I was unsuccessful at getting the gift, but Peter has informed me multiple times now how much he loves his new strings. I spent the rest of the afternoon, and well into the evening writing a research paper for bio lab. The writing part wasn’t what was difficult. Putting the data into excell and then making the graphs took god damn forever! But when I finished I wandered over to the guys’ house to find everyone watching It’s always sunny and looking a little worse for the wear from spending the day more or less drinking. We managed to get the troops together to head downtown for some pizza, but making it there turned into quite an adventure. We weren’t even down the block when I turn around to see Connor running towards me with his pants at his ankles. He tripped and ate shit. It took a while to get him out of the road and get his pants back on, but once we did, he managed to find a trampoline. Conner can do back flips even when drunk. He also likes to attempt handstands and somersaults. When it became apparent that Connor was not going to make it long at the pizza place, Mike and Sammy took one for the team and wrestled/ tricked Connor into going back home. We brought them home some pizza as a thank you. When we got back to the guys house I thought it was just going to be a chill evening from there, but I was wrong. All of a sudden a group of random people walked in, I decided it was time to leave; I had to be up early on Sunday.
I drove down to the Skagit Casino to meet my mom for breakfast on Sunday. I didn’t have a birthday gift for her so I felt like shit. Her boyfriend, who I’ve never been all that fond of, bought us breakfast at the casino buffet. Let it be known that casinos have wonderful buffets. Also, let it be known that breakfast is my favorite meal. For those of you that care to know I ate: waffles, bacon, eggs benedict, salmon, fruit, hashbrowns, ham, quiche, and I know I am missing something. By the end of the meal, I think CK and I gained a better understanding of each other. I had to rush back to Bellingham after breakfast for more community service work. Peter and I were kind of useless. Our job was to hand out coats to people who wanted them, but that job was pretty much handled by some high school girls’ soccer team, so to avoid getting put on a serving line, we wandered around aimlessly for about the first hour. We came in handy later when we were asked to help put tables away, and I helped a guy find a pair of socks. It was a little less rewarding than when we served food at the last community dinner, but it was still good. Also there was this older man that came over and asked me what time they stopped serving food, so I went to go ask the head server. When I came back to tell him the time, he said “sorry I don’t speak English.” And then his wife walks up and hugged me and said “sorry we don’t speak English.” But, they said it in perfect English, so I was a little weirded out.
I spent the rest of the day having a homework party with Erin. It was not much of a party, but I did get my paper done, and the graphs for my other paper done, so it was productive.
Oh, I remember now, I also had berry pie with breakfast.
Rachel’s slice:
Have you ever had a truly love hate relationship? I’m in the midst of one right now, and it’s taking a toll on my health! I love having boys come up on the weekend, but I hate how little sleep I end up getting. Their stay always seems to make my weekend bleed into Monday, so I’m still walking around like a sleepless zombie on Tuesdays. Overall though, good weekend.
Friday was not a typical Friday in that everyone was exhausted. So much for our plans of a scary movie marathon/pie baking evening—Peter, Charlee and I watched one movie and were ready to all pass out at the extremely late hour of 10:30. I slept in past eleven though the next morning, stocking up on sleep and also because I didn’t really have anything else to do. Erin and I cleaned the apartment, you know just in case we ended up having any visitors come. Then, we ran errands and generally chatted in our girly roommate way. I got myself all dolled up and headed over to the boys’ house to hang out with Mike, Conner and Andrew. Within minutes of walking in the door, I was bear hugged by all three dudes. Then, they coerced me into taking a shot with them(I’m not even sure if it was 4 in the afternoon yet). Conner kept yelling “Mama’s a badass! No chaser! Where were you during my high school life??” Then we went on a trip to the liquor store, where Conner was refused service since he agreed to take a shot with a guy in the parking lot—while standing in line at the cash register. Tony took us on a little road trip to North Bellingham since he was really stoked on driving Andrew’s car around.
By the time we got home, it was 5 o’clock and the perfect time to start drinking. I made myself a Baybreeze and couldn’t help but feel like I was much drunker than I should have been. Two shots and a half shots and I’m feeling plastered? That doesn’t seem quite right. But, I wasn’t the only drunk one by any means: The boys informed me they had killed half of the half gallon they’d brought with them in the four hours they’d been there. This of course led to some interesting moments, like when I sat down on the couch and Andrew wrapped his arm around my ankle from his position on the futon. That was weird for me. Luckily, Andrew was also drunk enough not to remember this awkward moment or any of the brief “secret” make-out sessions we sloppily fell into in various parts of the house. Mike then gave us all a little revelation: he brought Andrew and I into the kitchen and filled up one shot glass and poured it into the shot glasses we’d been using, then he poured in a second shot. Turns out, we’d been confusing a double shot glass for a single one the entire afternoon. I was feeling a little bit better about my alcohol tolerance, but not too good about my alcohol intake at the point.
More crazy shit went down Saturday night, including but not limited to: Peter crashing on a scooter, Conner passing out on the kitchen floor cuddle up against a corner, and Sami accidentally chucking Conner’s shoe into the front window. Just another weekend on Indian Street. I headed home around 3am, didn’t get to bed till after 4:30 and for reasons I don’t want to explicitly divulge but are related to a certain above mentioned person, didn’t get much in the way of sleep.
Sunday I walked around like a zombie, did some reading, failed at napping, and finally ended up back at the guys’ house again. We decided to make plans to go to see Paranormal Activity, which I really wasn’t that excited to see. I thought I should broaden my horizons and perhaps let myself really be scared by something for once in my life(rattle snakes not included). I wasn’t scared, but pretended to be just so I could hold a certain dude’s hand for a few minutes. Before we hit up the movie though, we stopped in for a drink. Now I don’t know where these kids drink, but in all the bars I go to, you buy a drink and pay for it after getting it. I was however the only one to step over to buy my drink. The bartended asks me if I wanted to just pay for Andrew’s double shot of Crown and Coke. Of course I did, so he paid for my movie ticket. Since I was disappointed in the movie, but definitely not in my drink, I think I ended up paying for the better of the two options.
So, Halloween is this Saturday. That seems completely insane to me, but luckily my Space Mermaid costume is ready to go walk to streets and flirt with some boys. Anything will be better than the Halloween I had last year: peeling the Broman off the bathroom floor while he asked his mom if both me and the bucket could sleep in bed with him for awhile. I’ve got all these brains and beauty, but when it comes to men I’m up a creek without a paddle. Don’t get bit by a Vampire and keep your holiday classy and fun dearest readers.
XOXO, Rachel
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