Here's a not so
quick and dirty version of my weekend
recap:
Friday
Acting on the tip I was given at one of the graduation parties I went to the
previous weekend, I called up Jen (earlier in the week) and set myself up for a date on Friday. We were to see
Nutty Professor 2, the 9:55 show. I didn't know her all too well, but I'm of the opinion that I'll always give someone a chance. I know how it feels when you like someone and they refuse to give you a chance so in response I'll always give a girl a chance.
Tonight, I obviously shouldn't have. On the ride there I was in
high spirits, but that wasn't going to last. She got angry at the person who pulled out in front of me (he had plenty of time) and told me how pedestrians at the theater parking lots pissed her off ("they're not
invincible dammit, why do they act like they are?").
I tried talking to her and joking a lot, but obviously she wasn't diggin' my
sense of humor.about half an hour into the movie I joked about finally get the armrest to myself (she was jokingly nudging my arm off during the movie). She gave me a glare and told me I was "a goofy kid," in the thats-not-a-good-thing tone of voice. So I figured I ought to just shut up. After the movie she noticed this and asked why I was suddenly quiet, I lied and told her I was just tired. I wanted ice cream to try and cheer me up so I gave her the chocie of restaurants. She chose
Denny's because she wanted
mozarella sticks. She again told me of something that pissed her off, one of the girls at the theater had called her friend a
skank - but she was wearing clothes that Jen thought to be "skanky", so she was obviously unnerved by the name-calling. At this point I just didn't care.
We arrive at Denny's, she complains it's too cold. I offer my button up shirt (I had a
T-shirt on underneath). She refused while she shook and her teeth chattered. I insisted, she still refused. Next my
ice cream came first. Doing the polite thing I was going to wait for her food to come. She scolded me to eat,
now (as her teeth chattered). So I ate. I really didn't want to talk so I stared into my ice cream as I ate it. I glanced up for a second and she told me I was getting her upset because I was "staring at her" now. The rest of the night was uneventful as I paid and took her home. She wins the title of
worst date of my life.
Saturday
I slept in and then drove to my
cottage on
Honeoye Lake. One of my cousins had to work a couple hours that night, so she left. Her brother was waiting for a phone call from Nicole to hook himself up with a date. She finally called the cottage, and so he was leaving to see her. Here's the catch. She doesn't trust
herself with him. So she needs to have friends around. I was arranged as the requisite third wheel. Luckily she invited her friend (the girl who I actually have a
crush on). We were to go to Putt-Putt. We got there and we were all having a good time, when all of a sudden there's his sister. She was gonna go to the local festival but decided to come join us. So now it was Nicole, myself, Jay (the male cousin), Leah (the female cousin), Sarah (the crush), Rick (Leah's boyfriend/friend of mine), Ian (Rick's neighbor/friend), and last but not least, Tiffany (friend of Sarah/Nicole/Leah). Phew. So there were a lot of us. We all played some
miniature golf and generally enjoyed ourselves. Afterwards we played some of the games for tickets (I had won
tokens for answering a
trivia question). I ended up with $7.00 worth of tokens and
spread the wealth with everyone. After we were done, I collected up the tickets
pooled 'em together and let the kiddies all pick out an equal prize. Nicole really wanted the shiny
dog stickers, so we all ended up with shiny dog stickers on our shirts. For reference, I got the blue one.
We went to
Friendly's for some
grub, and realized that I ahd an empty house and enough people for a party already. So we threw an
impromptu party. Most of them had to leave around midnight, unfortunately. I showed off the
Moonwalker emulation game on
MAME for Sarah (I had told her about it and she'd been bugging me to see it for weeks). It made her night ;P
People drifted in and out, and the
alcohol flowed. And the night wore on as we drunkenly played
Smash Brothers. Tonight marks the first night I got
trashed...
Sunday
...And this morning is my first official
hangover. Massive
headache,
sick to my stomach and just plain tired. Jay drove us back to the cottage (my car was left there so we'd have to go back). I was able to deceive the parents about the party and consequent hangover. But after sitting a few minutes I finally lost the battle with my stomach sickness and quickly walked to the
bathroom, swalling down all the water that was filling my mouth in
anticipation of the oncoming nauseous explosion. I threw up the only thing I had had that day - grape
Kool Aid.
The day went by slowly as my head hurt and I felt bad. After a bit I practiced
guitar for hours with Jay. We're actually getting rather good now. Had soem
kielbasa for dinner, packed up, cleaned up, and drove home.
And
that was my
weekend.