80's Music and Me
Is about like mixing fire and gasoline. Holy shit man, my head will hurt in the morning. As I sit here typing this my ears are actually still ringing. Lucy's (Rosemary and Henderson if you're in my neck of the woods) gets the nod for causing tonight's trouble. And what trouble it was.
Made it to my class tonight (The EMT class I teach.) 45 minutes there, with a good bit of it spent wondering what the really cute girl I have a thing for was thinking, and I was out. Off to the squad meeting. Wonderful presentation about us starting heavy rescue services in Orange Co. and Chief Jones shot it down so fasts I wondered the plan was flying in an Iraqi jet. That wouldn't be funny if I wasn't still a little tipsy, but I am, and it is.
2 more hours, I hand out a lot of T-shirts (Schwag for squad members. Volunteers need cool stuff too) and I managed to walk with a new pair of pants and a nifty backpack too. So now, a bit of socializing seems in order.
Lucy's comes into the story here. I decide I'm gonna ride up there with my buddy Jordan, since I'm not going to drink. If he gets bad off, I'll drive his car back to the station, and then drive him home. Good plan, right? Ha.
So we park on Rosemary, and Jordan needs to hit an ATM, because Lucy's charges a cover. (Lame.) Turns out, there's an EMS call on Franklin St. at the time, and I can't help but pay attention. I didn't really see much, but the patient obviously wasn't happy, and when our truck got onscene, it was kinda fun to wave at them and be a bystander. Anyway, on to the debauchery.
Finally arrive at Lucy's, and $2 cover later, I'm in. Officially, I'm not drinking. Riiight. So I try calling girl I'm interested in, (Hereafter referred to as GIII) only to receive no answer. I leave a voicemail saying even though I know she had some work to get done, we're out at Lucy's, and I'd love to have her join us. Great move right? Just give me time.
So now I'm not so happy with not getting an answer, and I decide a beer will help matters. So one Blue Moon later, I sign onto AIM with my phone. (yes, I'm that badass) Turns out, when I message GIII, her message says something about going out. Hmmm... I mention this to Jordan, and he asks for her number. At this point, I'm still sober enough to see this for the bad move it is, and the desperation it reeks of, so I refuse. I send a quick message about how I hope if she makes it out she too will choose Lucy's. Bleh.
Now, really kinda worried about my status with GIII, I order another drink. This is bad, because I have nearly no money, and I'm literally drinking away my gas money for the ride home. However, I no longer care. I'm getting into the swing of things now, and people start to buy me drinks. Another 2 beers later, and I'm totally okay with giving Jordan GIII's phone number. He calls, and lo and behold, she picks up!. Ego blow. Huge ego blow. To this point, I really haven't been clingy at all, though it's in my nature a bit. I really have some trouble believing this. She also shuts down Jordan (Who's so obviously playing wingman for me) and says she's headed out with friends elsewhere. Wow. I think I might be crushed. Oh wait! Here's another beer!
Turns out, this is 80s night at Lucy's, and the DJ is spinning my favorites. Several beers that I didn't pay for later, I'm on the dance floor.
Let me pause for a second, and describe myself for those of you who don't know me. I'm 6' 6" tall, about 200-205lbs, with light brown hair, and blue eyes. A tall, white guy. Dancing. Shake your heads with me now. Turns out though, I'm not doing all that bad. There are several very cute girls, all of whom seem to enjoy my company and are, no kidding, dancing with me. Ego BOOST. GIII can do whatever she wants, and I will still have a good time. This is the best news I've received in a long time. I sang to every great 80's song ever written, danced, flirted, found out one girl was engaged, found out I didn't care, and in summation, made a total fool of myself, but in the best kind of way.
Late in the evening, I realize that I still have to drive home, and stop drinking, but don't stop dancing. The lights come up, the music stops, and my night slides towards a close. A quick drive back to my vehicle, and I'm on the road home, alone. I arrive at my PC, and do what any naiiive young man (read: Me) would do. I immediately send a message to GIII inviting her to a friend's party the next night. Who's a desperate sap? Me. But who really falls fast for people, including GIII? Also me. I just want to be told one of two things. Either "Yes, I want to be with you too" or "Bug off". Either one is okay, but I want to hear it.
And ladies, here's a request. If a guy is obviously interested in you, and with me it's always obvious, be obvious back! Don't be one way when I'm around, and a different way when we're apart. You don't have to play it cool, I promise.
That's it, I'm freaking tired. Hope she'll see me tomorrow. I smell like desperation.
Made it to my class tonight (The EMT class I teach.) 45 minutes there, with a good bit of it spent wondering what the really cute girl I have a thing for was thinking, and I was out. Off to the squad meeting. Wonderful presentation about us starting heavy rescue services in Orange Co. and Chief Jones shot it down so fasts I wondered the plan was flying in an Iraqi jet. That wouldn't be funny if I wasn't still a little tipsy, but I am, and it is.
2 more hours, I hand out a lot of T-shirts (Schwag for squad members. Volunteers need cool stuff too) and I managed to walk with a new pair of pants and a nifty backpack too. So now, a bit of socializing seems in order.
Lucy's comes into the story here. I decide I'm gonna ride up there with my buddy Jordan, since I'm not going to drink. If he gets bad off, I'll drive his car back to the station, and then drive him home. Good plan, right? Ha.
So we park on Rosemary, and Jordan needs to hit an ATM, because Lucy's charges a cover. (Lame.) Turns out, there's an EMS call on Franklin St. at the time, and I can't help but pay attention. I didn't really see much, but the patient obviously wasn't happy, and when our truck got onscene, it was kinda fun to wave at them and be a bystander. Anyway, on to the debauchery.
Finally arrive at Lucy's, and $2 cover later, I'm in. Officially, I'm not drinking. Riiight. So I try calling girl I'm interested in, (Hereafter referred to as GIII) only to receive no answer. I leave a voicemail saying even though I know she had some work to get done, we're out at Lucy's, and I'd love to have her join us. Great move right? Just give me time.
So now I'm not so happy with not getting an answer, and I decide a beer will help matters. So one Blue Moon later, I sign onto AIM with my phone. (yes, I'm that badass) Turns out, when I message GIII, her message says something about going out. Hmmm... I mention this to Jordan, and he asks for her number. At this point, I'm still sober enough to see this for the bad move it is, and the desperation it reeks of, so I refuse. I send a quick message about how I hope if she makes it out she too will choose Lucy's. Bleh.
Now, really kinda worried about my status with GIII, I order another drink. This is bad, because I have nearly no money, and I'm literally drinking away my gas money for the ride home. However, I no longer care. I'm getting into the swing of things now, and people start to buy me drinks. Another 2 beers later, and I'm totally okay with giving Jordan GIII's phone number. He calls, and lo and behold, she picks up!. Ego blow. Huge ego blow. To this point, I really haven't been clingy at all, though it's in my nature a bit. I really have some trouble believing this. She also shuts down Jordan (Who's so obviously playing wingman for me) and says she's headed out with friends elsewhere. Wow. I think I might be crushed. Oh wait! Here's another beer!
Turns out, this is 80s night at Lucy's, and the DJ is spinning my favorites. Several beers that I didn't pay for later, I'm on the dance floor.
Let me pause for a second, and describe myself for those of you who don't know me. I'm 6' 6" tall, about 200-205lbs, with light brown hair, and blue eyes. A tall, white guy. Dancing. Shake your heads with me now. Turns out though, I'm not doing all that bad. There are several very cute girls, all of whom seem to enjoy my company and are, no kidding, dancing with me. Ego BOOST. GIII can do whatever she wants, and I will still have a good time. This is the best news I've received in a long time. I sang to every great 80's song ever written, danced, flirted, found out one girl was engaged, found out I didn't care, and in summation, made a total fool of myself, but in the best kind of way.
Late in the evening, I realize that I still have to drive home, and stop drinking, but don't stop dancing. The lights come up, the music stops, and my night slides towards a close. A quick drive back to my vehicle, and I'm on the road home, alone. I arrive at my PC, and do what any naiiive young man (read: Me) would do. I immediately send a message to GIII inviting her to a friend's party the next night. Who's a desperate sap? Me. But who really falls fast for people, including GIII? Also me. I just want to be told one of two things. Either "Yes, I want to be with you too" or "Bug off". Either one is okay, but I want to hear it.
And ladies, here's a request. If a guy is obviously interested in you, and with me it's always obvious, be obvious back! Don't be one way when I'm around, and a different way when we're apart. You don't have to play it cool, I promise.
That's it, I'm freaking tired. Hope she'll see me tomorrow. I smell like desperation.
posted by C at 2:55 AM
1 Comments:
AH HAHAHAHAHA. Wow. I can picture that in my head all too well. Hope you're able to get an answer from GYII.
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