The reason I mention it is because on Friday, disregarding good judgement, I bought a box of Joe-Joe's ("All Natural" golden Oreos from Trader Joe's). I just ate a shitload of Joe Joe's and milk. Gross.
So when I woke up on Saturday morning, I was sprawled out, in my new BCBG dress, on Pookie and Cray-Z's office futon. Gosh I love that thing. I woke up around 8:30am and hurt. You dudes won't know what this feels like, so I'll tell you. After a night out of heavy drinking and wearing 3 (possibly 4) inch heels, your calves hurt. Of course it didn't help that while attempting an Irish jig at Ri Ra, I ate it. Naturally, the next morning I was sore. Naturally.
Make my way to the car and could have possibly gotten a DUI for driving home. Okay, thats stretching it, but I still felt drunk and disoriental (Mango joke). Rough. Came home, posted photographic evidence of the evening on Facebook, hopped in the shower, packed for overnight camping trip and went back to Pookie's to pick her up to go up to Norcross to catch a ride with Mr. Mike up to Long Creek, South Carolina (location of Cray-Z's white water rafting shop and pizza shop). I was a little worried Pookie was going to vomit in the car on the way to Norcross. She didn't. Trooper! :)
I don't remember if I slept or not on the way up to LC. I probably did. You know me. We get there and decide to get on the lake and do some kayaking/canoeing. Actually, rewind. Before we go down to the river, Man Tongs and I have an awkward moment. I walk into Humble Pie not thinking he was working. I mean, chances were he was going to be there, I just didn't think about it as I walked in. He was the first to greet me and we hugged. It looked like he was going to kiss me, but it didn't happen. He's still really cute but there was something really weird about his behavior, so our moment ended there. I did ask him if he was going to come visit us on the lake or at the campsite later and he said he was headed to Asheville, NC to visit his brother. Turns out he never went. Apparently he chose to dance around naked in his house instead. I'm not sure if he was trying to offer some sort of explanation why he wouldn't come down to visit, but it didn't matter to me really. Man Tongs was a one time thing. He served a need and I had no expectations. His behavior was a little disappointing though. Oh well. Thats what I get.
ANYWAY! We all went kayaking Saturday afternoon. It was the first time ever I was in a kayak and not a blow-up raft or duckie. It was shakey at first, but once I got the hang of turning and got my paddling pattern down, it was smooth sailing. Good times. It was much more my speed than the white water rafting we usually do. I mean thats fun too, but this was different and fun. We camped out that night. Did the traditional sit around the campfire. I can only speak for myself, but I was so tired, I passed out around 11pm.
Next morning, I bumped into Man Tongs at the shop/restaurant again when I went to go change into my swimsuit for tubing and it was still kinda stupid. Last time I saw him I was trying to go out of my way to say bye to him. This time, not so much. Tubing was a good time. I think the whole weekend was a great speed. Go with the flow - literally. Nothing to do, nowhere to be. This is the life, friends!
And yes... there was MASS QUANTITY pizza consumption. THE SQUEAL FOREVER!
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