little, yellow, different

remember that scene from wayne’s world, when they were doing commercial rips and they were talking about nuprin being little, yellow, different?  the title of this entry comes from a lighthearted place, but the entry does not.  here is the saga of what went down last night (Halloween night).

my friends and i decided to dress up as the four seasons to paint the town red.  we got tickets to the block party downtown so we can truly revel with halloween’s finest drunkest 🙂  i had had a somewhat stressful week, with a big deadline wrapping up Friday and some big research paper issues this week, so I was ready to live it up.

i end up being designated driver because of my inability to drink (stupid methotrexate).  normally, me driving downtown is already bad enough.  now, put me behind the wheel when there are 90 bajillion drunk folks wandering around (and in costumes!  having a “disguise” tends to make others less inhibited..or is that just the alcohol?), and i’m even worse.  first there’s the parking issue.  there is NEVER any street parking.  then there’s all the one-way streets.  yes, the city is set up like a grid and really, the one-way streets go every other street in one direction, but i always manage to get all turned around.  slap a car full of on-the-way-to-drunkville passengers onto that package, and i’m kind of a wreck.

anyway, we make it down there unscathed, safely parked, and ready to party.  we get to the wristband pickup for the block party and it is PURE insanity.  There is this giant blob of people, none of who seem to be moving at all.  we sashay to the side, asking the security where the pre-paid line is.  he goes, “you’re looking at it.”  oh man.  so we squeezed back into the big mass of people and wait.  and wait.  anddddd wait.  there is no movement whatsoever for about 20 minutes.  we finally start inching forward after about 35 minutes, show our IDs about 4 times, and after another 20 minutes of waiting in the pre-paid ticket line, we are finally ready to party!

partying with the surfer boy

hello world, it’s 3 am and i’m wide awake (and buzzed)!  after a pretty shit-tacular week, i was ready for the weekend.  SUPER ready.  so my friend “surfer boy” invited me to a party, and i was a little bit reluctant to go since i knew ZERO of his friends and ZERO of his housemates.  that, and i hadn’t been to a house party in YEARS, let alone a house party where i only knew one person.  however, i decided that i needed it since my week was crap, and convinced my friend to go with me.

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let me backtrack a little and explain why my week was crap.  so after the night cupcake boy and i spent the night together, things were fine.  However, i mentioned i was going to south america, and he said he was going to go, too.  i didn’t really think much of it, but i guess our itineraries ended up being almost exactly the same, and that freaked him out.  he though that i had planned my trip according to what he had told me, when really my friend is the one planning the trip and i had pretty much no say in it.  i emailed him midway through the week just to see how things were going, and he emailed me back “i guess you weirded me out a bit with your south america plans.”  WTF?!  Who the HECK would plan a trip following someone around the world who doesn’t even want to be with them??  It was the oddest thing.  And i thought we were fine after that night.  apparently not.  he’s clearly freaked out by our completely randomly similar south america schedules, so i left it alone.  i’m not calling him, i’m not texting him, i’m doing NOTHING to make him think i’m a creepy stalker because really…why would i want to have someone think that about me when i’m not even trying to be intrusively in their lives??

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ANYWAY, back to the story.  so my friend and i are outside the house and i start to get anxious.  you know that image of walking into a room and the needle on the record screeches to a halt, and all conversations stop while everyone looks at you, wondering “who the heck is that??”  that was my greatest fear.  i hate walking into situations where i know NOBODY!  but it wasn’t so bad.  we definitely got a few stares, but nothing i couldn’t handle.

We saw surfer boy as soon as we walked in, and he came and greeted us with a warm hello, and directed us to the goods.  the first 10-20 minutes were a little bit awkward, since we were kinda just hanging out by ourselves.  but then the fun began.  and boy, did it continue!

so we randomly start talking to these two guys, one of who used to live in the house we were at.  somehow or other, we got around to the banana suit costume in the garage, and i kept trying to get them to put it on.  we all put it on eventually, but it took a LOT of bargaining.  anywho, we end up outside, on the patio about to watch a flip cup game go down.  somehow or other, i got pulled into the game, as did my friend.  we actually ended up being the only girls on opposite teams left standing (along with some guys), so it was pretty cool.  i pretty much earned my title of “one-flip wonder” that night.  🙂

i had only intended to stay for a little bit, figuring that if i didn’t know anyone, i would duck out early anyway.  we got there at 11pm and i didn’t leave til 3:30am.  it was awesome!  i can honestly say that i’ve never had that much fun at a house party before.  it was just so chill and fun, a perfect way to end my shit-tacular week.

at the end of the night, all the people that were left were the guys who lived there, my friend and i, and two guys who were spending the night.  it was so fun to have gone from knowing one person, to knowing the whole house, sitting around and shooting the breeze like we’ve known each other forever.

oh yeah, and did i mention that i used to have a MAJOR crush on surfer boy?  i’m talking GI-GAN-TOR crush.  We actually went out a few times, but nothing really ever came out of it.  i think the timing was just awkward.  anyway, at the end of the night it was him and i and one other guy on the couch and he and i were sitting pretty close.  he and the guy started tossing shoes at one of the roommates, and when the other guy went to retrieve their shoes, surfer boy put his leg over mine and wiggled his toes for his shoe.  i swear i almost drooled in delight because, as i mentioned in a previous post, i love the weight of a guy one me; be it their leg, arm, or whole body.

it was such an unexpectedly good time.  i was kinda sad to have to leave at the end, but my friend had to get up super early and drive to LA.  i had to admit, i wanted more time with surfer boy!  this always happens, i always want more time.

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And, of course, to bring it back to RA: it’s weird to see people who are so normal and healthy.  i guess i’ve been hanging around cupcake boy, and thinking that everyone else is just as broken as i am.  but in that house, with a room full of 40+ healthy people, it definitely got me thinking.  is this how i would be if i was normal and healthy?  would i laugh more?  would i enjoy my life and have more fun?  would i have more energy to be social?  i guess i’ll never know…at least i could pretend for one night that i was healthy.  and i had a blast while doing it!