Hoo boy, what a weekend. Tons of fun stuff happened, which I hope to cover in it's entirety, which is why this is LJ-Cut, and why the cut is titled...
...even though they were straight and just joking around?
We'll split this up by day just to make it a bit easier and more organized.
Friday I woke up around 10:30 so I could run some errands before leaving. My dad and I went to the mall and got us and mom new cell phones and a new plan, since we couldn't just upgrade the phones since they were so freakin old. So we three now have a family plan, and minutes, and rollover, and free nights and weekends. So call me between 9pm and 6am unless it's the weekend. Anyway, after that we grabbed lunch and I headed down to my uncle's house to get a ride to the T.
While I was at Uncle's house, between instances of getting attacked by my cousins, I managed to sign on to both AIM and Yahoo on my phone. I was pretty sure, though, that I had signed off, more on that in a bit. I get on the T, and get to Nycholle's apartment, when my phone starts chiming at me..."New IM"..."New IM"..."New IM"... So I start trying to sign back on to AIM...nothin doin...it won't connect at all. The walk from the apartment to the bank, won't connect, from the bank to KFC, won't connect, from KFC to Dunkies, won't connect, so I leave it be. We all load in the car and begin the journey.
So, we get talking about jobs, cause Mike's got somethin goin on, and we get talking about my job, working at the mall. This, for some reason, gets Mike all excited, and he asks me, "Do you get to wear a Smock?!"...except he didn't say "Smock"...it came out like "Shmawk". So next time you see Mike ask him if he wears a "shmawk" to work. Other than that I don't remember that much exciting happening on the ride down...except for the billboard for the erotic department store...that Nycholle wouldn't let us stop at...
Once we got to Jerz we chilled at Nycholle's house while she and her brother worked out whether or not they wanted to meet up at a diner. So we headed to the SkyLine, where my camera decided to stop being a little bitch long enough to take one picture *cough*ineedanewcamera*cough*, which will have to be uploaded to the Zen at some point. So at the diner we met Jamison and his kickass shades, his girlfriend, and his friends Jono and...damn, the other kid whose name has completely slipped my mind at this point. Matt and some other people showed up, but didn't stay that long. It was eventually discovered that Jono had a "President Franklin" (a $100 bill) that got swiped from him and passed around the table. I said that I'd like $100, and he gave me a look and said, "You've got to earn it." So, that was boy hitting on me number one, and Jono and I continued the joke all weekend. So we ended up back at the house, watched TV, figured out sleeping spots, and such was Friday.
After sleeping on what is one of the most comfortable sofa beds I've found, I woke up around 10 and wandered into the kitchen, where Mrs. Eckert was making coffee and breakfast. I re-assembled the couch and watched some TV while the others awoke. Mrs. Eckert made Mike, Steph and I breakfast and Nycholle came down. We sat around the table and chatted for a while, listened to the CDs Nycholle made for the party.
Mike went up to shower and we went over the itinerary, the game plan, the "GP" (which needs to be kept on the DL). We all showered (not together, unfortunately), Nycholle got her hair braided in preparation for the party, and we went and ran errands (aka Liquor and Ice Cream Cake). Mike spent the last half of the trip extremely concerned that we weren't getting pizza, but that was only cause he didn't know the GP.
We got back to the house and unloaded the liquor and cake, and the pizza arrived, as though by magic. So we enjoyed some delicious "Jerz Pizza" which, for those of you here in the seacoast, is pretty much the same as Joe's New York Pizza, and then just hung around, watching True Hollywood Story (The Exorcist Curse and then The Poltergeist Curse) and looking at the decorations Mr. Eckert had put up outside. The time came to put costumes on, Nycholle as an Official Puerto Rican Gangsta, Steph as a "college student", my plastic surgeon costume, and Mike as...well Mike didn't dress up, so we named him "The Drunk Canadian", half of which he ended up living up to (he's really from Maine), more on that later, and then it was party time.
People slowly trickled in, a witch showed up, a 60's chick showed up, Kim, whose costume i couldn't quite ascertain, and other Kim, who was dressed rather trampy, showed up, then the grad girls arrived. They changed into their costumes, characters from Napoleon Dynamite. "Kip", "Lafonda", and "Prom Deb" came downstairs, and that's when "Napoleon" made his debut. Nycholle began laughing so hard she couldn't even stand...it was great. So the party happened, we laughed, we chilled, we got boned by a caveman. I met Mecca, which was cool, and this kid, Charlie, got shitfuckfaced out on the deck.
Apparently the 30th was his 21st birthday, so he celebrated by getting absolutely hammered. He was walking around the deck asking people to punch him in the face. So someone obliged, and also kicked him in the nuts. Then he came in the kitchen, and Mecca punched him in the gut. Good times. He was eventually taken home, but not before stopping at the door to slur, "You guys should definitely come to the party...I dunno where it is...but you should come...totally come..." Sorry, Charlie...
Also at the party, "RICKRICKRICK!" the statue with the tracheotomy that ended up having six or seven different costumes through the night, as different wigs and necklaces were put on him.
Mike and Steph were, apparently, having a "contest" to see how many beers they could drink. Steph drank six, while Mike nursed his seventh for about two hours, and proceeded to "seduce" me...good times. Then Jono and Matt showed up, drank some beers, and did the Time Warp at 2am to celebrate Daylight Savings time. There's not much in this world funnier than watching a skinhead in jeans and combat boots, who's leaving in less than seven hours for Navy training, doing the Time Warp...again. After that we just sat around and chatted while people fell asleep, and I sat on the couch between the two guys who were trying to get in my pants...if only. I eventually ended up going to bed around 2, where I had to sleep on Jamison's floor because a grad girl and her boyfriend had ended up on the tv room floor, so I couldn't fold out the couch.
I slept like hell on the floor, waking up every two hours, but not feeling like I'd slept at all. Mike said, later, that he'd left room for me on the bed, but when I went up he was L-shaped and taking up most of Jay's bed. At about 6 o'clock I got up and wandered about the house a bit, but no one else was awake. It ended up being a good thing, at that point, that the couple in the TV room had decided not to sleep on the fold-out bed, probably cause they didn't know it existed, because I grabbed my pillow and crammed my long damn legs onto the couch to sleep.
About four and a half hours we woke up and figured out how the rest of the day was going to go. The four of us in Nycholle's car were going to meet up with Mecca and others to grab breakfast, while the grad girls (and boyfriend) decided to go straight back to Boston. So we loaded up the car and headed over to Mecca's palatial mansion estate. Aimy and Mat's mom came back with Mat's mom's two daughters, and we headed to Butler (where Melissa doesn't live anymore [Hell no!]) and ate at another Diner. During breakfast we had a philosophical discussion involving Tamagotchis, during which I uttered the truism, "You can't pause life." Mull that one over, people...it's a deep'un. Mecca also decided to begin the silent treatment after Mat's mom said something...I don't remember what, either way, that was entertaining as well.
After breakfast we traded Brian for Nycholle's backpack and said our goodbyes and headed back out, but not after making a small wrong turn and having to turn around in the parking lot of a Stop 'N' Shop so big it's parking lot needs a security guard. On 287 we listened to Dane Cook's CD, Mike and Steph fell asleep, we passed Titan Tower, stopped at McDonald's, paid the toll, and drove past a Gangsta (Dude, he had the bandanna and everything).
Back in Boston my phone chimed again, so it was determined that it was in fact Yahoo Messenger that I was on, since I'd finally gotten to sign off of AIM on Friday night on the way down. That's right, peeps, I was logged on to YIM all weekend. So I'm not signing on to either of those on my phone ever again. It took me forever to get on Yahoo, too, I tried while walking from the apartment to the T, I tried on the T until I got underground, I tried once I was outside at Alewife, waiting for my uncle to pick me up, and I didn't get on until we were most of the way back to my uncle's house from Alewife. So, at this point, I am signed off both on my phone, and if you see me on on mobile, wait until I'm back on my laptop and let me know so I can sign off.
Back at my Uncle's house I had dinner (Spaghetti with italian sausage, yum), got attacked by my cousin Alec, Ana was at a party, so I was free from the double team, then headed home.
On the way home I called Ashley and found out that a group was going to the movies, so I called Kirby after that to find out when the movie was, and decided to go along. I then got my car up to 105 mph, a new record, got some money at the bank, got gas, and got home. I took a shower, since I was going back out, unpacked, and got picked up by Ashley and Zach (who's really, really hot *a-hem*).
Kirby, Ashley, Zach and I went and viewed "Saw II"... Right after the movie, last night, I thought it was "meh"...but the more I think about it, the more I realize what a stupid fucking movie it really was. Kirby and Zach are convinced that it's "the greatest movie ever", and Ashley enjoyed it too, but it's a stupid fucking movie. I mean, sure, the surprise ending really did catch me by surprise, but the rest of the movie, stupid fucking movie. It included wonderful cliched characters like, "The uber macho latino drug dealer", "the asshole dad who realizes he really loves his son after he loses his son" and "the creepy looking guy who ends up actually being a bad guy". Though the last guy does die anyway, so, not a total cliche on that one. Other than that there's a stupid scene where this girl finds a vial of the antidote in a plastic box, and just shoves her arms in there without thinking that, damn, those hatches are designed in a way that you're not gonna get your arms back out without a severe loss of limb. Stupid woman...what else is new :P Anyway, as I was saying, stupid fucking movie.
If any of you read all of that, you are god(esse)s among (wo)men...flaunt it
Here are the important bits of that story, for those without the endurance:
New phone, free nights (9p-6a) and weekends
I need a new camera
If you see me online and it says I'm mobile, wait until I sign on back on my laptop and let me know, so I can sign off on my phone.
Saw II...Stupid fucking movie...
I'm sure I've forgotten something, though, so, Nycholle, you can remind me of whatever I may have missed.
It's fucking Halloween, why are they already advertising Christmas CDs on TV? God that's annoying...
So, it's November, and you know what that means...NaNoWriMo! Wait, what?
Y'know how they say history repeats itself? I have the feeling that's gonna happen again some time soon...
Alright, methinks it's bedtime...goodnight