Charlee’s slice:
It’s yet another Monday. Luckily we get a break midweek for Veteran’s day, so we might hit the town up Tuesday night. Maybe make it to 90s night finally. There isn’t much to say about Halloween. My costume looked great, it didn’t rain, and I was completely sober for the whole thing. We stood around downtown waiting to watch the thriller performance; we lasted 45 minutes before we decided we must have missed it and headed back to Indian to party. The night mostly consisted of our group wandering around looking for a good time only to wind back up at Mike and Peter’s place. I decided to head home after getting a bloody nose from being elbowed in the face. I made it to the front door when Peter came crashing down the stairs, threw himself on me and instructed me to get him to the bathroom. I waited around long enough to make sure he got in, but I can’t handle puke so I left immediately after that.
The next morning I returned to the guys’ house to have breakfast with Austin. Austin was nowhere to be found. There were some theories about where he might have ended up, including Rachel’s house. But after a little worrying, we found him passed out in his car. Apparently the basement was too cold, and there was no room for him on the living room floor. Austin and I ate some bacon and then I returned home to see my parents and do some laundry after a month long absence.
There isn’t too much to report on about this weekend either, except that it was really low key. I left Bellingham just after 3pm on Friday, and almost didn’t make it to Kirkland due to getting caught in a ridiculous lightning storm and the fact that I am totally night blind. I thought I had time to make it home before it got dark, and I would have if I didn’t have to wait in line for a half hour for gas. Anyway, I am not allowed to drive after 4 for the rest of winter unless I want to kill myself and others. Peter and I went over to Austin and Alex’s and hung out there for a few hours, playing some pool and watching some “Curb Your Enthusiasm”. Haha the show is starting to grow on me a little, its helping learn to like Jewish people hahaha. Saturday night was kind of the same deal, except we made pancakes and bacon and mimosas and watched some weird sci-fi movie about clones called “Moon”.
I was supposed to meet some old friends that I haven’t seen in ages for lunch on Saturday, but things ended up not really working out. So Amanda and I just kind of hung out for a few hours in Woodinville, it was really nice seeing her; we had quite a few good laughs. We are all going to try to meet again during Thanksgiving break, so hopefully that gets planned a little better.
When I got back to Bellingham Sunday night, Rachel was cooking a lovely dinner for 11. It was really something! I love people who will cook for me; she even left the parmesan off the chicken parmesan because I don’t like parmesan. It ended up being chicken mozzarella, which was delicious, and probably better than the parmesan. Anyway, the food was excellent, the company was good, and it was really just a fun, chill evening.
I have two BIG exams this week, so I have to go off the radar for a little bit. Wish me luck with my academic endeavors!
-Charlee bought some pumpkin pie, but didn’t cook it because she didn’t have an hour to wait for it!
It’s yet another Monday. Luckily we get a break midweek for Veteran’s day, so we might hit the town up Tuesday night. Maybe make it to 90s night finally. There isn’t much to say about Halloween. My costume looked great, it didn’t rain, and I was completely sober for the whole thing. We stood around downtown waiting to watch the thriller performance; we lasted 45 minutes before we decided we must have missed it and headed back to Indian to party. The night mostly consisted of our group wandering around looking for a good time only to wind back up at Mike and Peter’s place. I decided to head home after getting a bloody nose from being elbowed in the face. I made it to the front door when Peter came crashing down the stairs, threw himself on me and instructed me to get him to the bathroom. I waited around long enough to make sure he got in, but I can’t handle puke so I left immediately after that.
The next morning I returned to the guys’ house to have breakfast with Austin. Austin was nowhere to be found. There were some theories about where he might have ended up, including Rachel’s house. But after a little worrying, we found him passed out in his car. Apparently the basement was too cold, and there was no room for him on the living room floor. Austin and I ate some bacon and then I returned home to see my parents and do some laundry after a month long absence.
There isn’t too much to report on about this weekend either, except that it was really low key. I left Bellingham just after 3pm on Friday, and almost didn’t make it to Kirkland due to getting caught in a ridiculous lightning storm and the fact that I am totally night blind. I thought I had time to make it home before it got dark, and I would have if I didn’t have to wait in line for a half hour for gas. Anyway, I am not allowed to drive after 4 for the rest of winter unless I want to kill myself and others. Peter and I went over to Austin and Alex’s and hung out there for a few hours, playing some pool and watching some “Curb Your Enthusiasm”. Haha the show is starting to grow on me a little, its helping learn to like Jewish people hahaha. Saturday night was kind of the same deal, except we made pancakes and bacon and mimosas and watched some weird sci-fi movie about clones called “Moon”.
I was supposed to meet some old friends that I haven’t seen in ages for lunch on Saturday, but things ended up not really working out. So Amanda and I just kind of hung out for a few hours in Woodinville, it was really nice seeing her; we had quite a few good laughs. We are all going to try to meet again during Thanksgiving break, so hopefully that gets planned a little better.
When I got back to Bellingham Sunday night, Rachel was cooking a lovely dinner for 11. It was really something! I love people who will cook for me; she even left the parmesan off the chicken parmesan because I don’t like parmesan. It ended up being chicken mozzarella, which was delicious, and probably better than the parmesan. Anyway, the food was excellent, the company was good, and it was really just a fun, chill evening.
I have two BIG exams this week, so I have to go off the radar for a little bit. Wish me luck with my academic endeavors!
-Charlee bought some pumpkin pie, but didn’t cook it because she didn’t have an hour to wait for it!
Rachel’s Slice
Well, Halloween weekend has come and gone. I went all out for my Space Mermaid costume—Mike told me I looked super creepy in a good way. But, in order to pull off the perfect Siren look, I opted to wear black lipstick. This basically doomed any chance I had at possibly hooking-up with the James McAvoy-esque Tyler. Sigh, the first time in years that a guy has been the one to invite *me* home and I go and turn him down because I’m worried about his pillow cases getting all stained up by my mermaid make-up. Plus, can you imagine that walk of shame? Oh my goodness.
I had a little mid-week vacation though after our failed trivia revival. The gang all headed down to meet up with Tyler for trivia and of course, we pick the Tuesday that trivia is cancelled due to the election. So, since we were all downtown already, we headed to the skeeve-me out bar the Royal for some free pool and $6 pitchers. Tyler got progressively drunker, progressively more entertained by my wit and progressively put his hands all over me. So, I finally took him up on his offer and drove his drunk-ass home…and maybe didn’t make it to my class the next morning.
This past weekend was a crazy nut-job of a deal. I jetted down to Kirkland after class Friday, to do laundry and hang with the folks. Then I headed back up to Bellingham again the next afternoon to get ready for the arrival of, yet again, Conner and Andrew. I’d been planning a big huge dinner party for most of the previous week and was horrified to get a call from Erin informing me that our oven was busted. I had a plan though, I’d simply bake everything over and Mike and Peter’s and then just bus it back over to my apartment where we could all be toasty and comfy in my heated living room!
First though, we all had to make it through Saturday night. The whole crew of us went downtown for some drinks and fun—you know after Conner guilted me into taking like three shots with him. So, I was pretty drunk and feeling kind of giggly girly. Andrew and I have moved back into the realm of friends, so I was feeling awkward and angsty over him, and Tyler was working till Midnight(not that I’d heard anything from him all week anyway). But my craving for male attention didn’t last long when we suddenly had bigger issues to handle. Conner decided to start a fight with anyone he could. He’s staring down a couple guys at the bar, Andrew, Mike and I are trying to talk him back to the Conner we know and love. Suddenly, I get a tap on the shoulder and turn to see a group of guys motioning me over. I tried to assure them that I knew these drunk assholes and was in no danger but they tried to offer me up protection by calling me “honey” and “babe.” My thought was that I’d rather get punched trying to take care of a drunk guy friend than have a group of creeps hit-on me. I ended up taking an elbow to the eyebrow.
We talked Connor out of this fight, but he was a lit stick of dynamite anyway. The fight that broke out after Connor stumbled into a rugby player was the kind only truly seen in movies. Connor was literally hauled out of the bar by six different guys. The bar crowd cheered as he was tossed out on the street, where the rest of us dumb-fucks followed him throwing apologies over our shoulders. Poor Andrew, he tried so hard to get Connor to sober up, but Connor just taunted him.
“Kick the shit out of me,” Connor taunted, eyes staring in that way a blacked-out maniac does. Andrew half choked him up against a pole and replied back,
“I want to so bad right now…but I can’t because I FUCKING LOVE YOU!” Then Andrew let go, punched a wall and stormed off home. The rest of us were able to get Conner the shitshow home in one piece and I tucked him in on the couch. That kid is charmer though, and gave me the kissy-lips until I game him the most chaste of kisses good night. And that is the extent of the action I got that weekend.
Sunday morning I got up early to do some shopping. I was just about to go find the Manicotti shells, when I suddenly see a large male lumbering towards me. It was of course Connor, followed by Andrew. The two of them had walked to the store from Mike’s and were aimlessly wandering around still slightly drunk. I took pity on them and said if they wanted to wait while I finished my shopping then I’d drive them home. Like the two fine gentleman they are when sober, they helped me bring in my groceries and we all trooped back over to Mike’s house to cook brunch for all of us. Andrew even made sure to only cook an egg white for me since I never eat the yokes.
Dinner went extremely well and I was again reminded of the fact that I love cooking for people. I vow to make this a more regular thing and can’t wait for the next time! All the big tests/papers are slowly making their way to the horizon of my daily life, so I might have to take a breather some. Take care Kids, the Holiday season is almost upon us!
XOXO, Rachel
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