Friday at noon-thirty Jacque called to tell me that she was on her way to pick me up. I was still trying to find everything that I could possibly need for the next thirty hours so that I could stuff it into an incredibly tiny bag. Blazer, dress shirt, khakis ... shampoo, toothbrush, hairdryer. I'm rushing around trying to find everything before she gets here and I still need to put my make-up on. We're meeting Jason Axe and Brian O'Neill in Huntsville, at Sam Houston State, not the prison, to take pictures at the graduation. We arrived at the crappiest Motel 6 I've ever seen and there were two rooms left. Jacque thought that her boss would have one room and we would get the other, because the hotel was packed and we couldn't get another room. So that meant that the four of us would have to share this tiny room with two tiny beds. It did not bode well for us. Brian bitched and moaned, but Jacque eventually found out that her boss wasn't staying the night and the second room belonged to Brian and Jason. Unfortunately it smelled like urine, or so they said, Jacque and I never smelled anything... But anyway, we did the graduation, then we went out to Chili's. Mmm. Quesadillas and a margarita. Sleep, 2nd graduation at the butt-crack of dawn, then the third and the day was over. I was exhausted, those cameras were heavy! And I have the upper arm strength of a four year old. But we drove home, I had enough time to check the mail and then went over to Jacque's for grilling.
Mike and Austen and I were having an enjoyable evening and I decided to call Kim and congratulate her on her graduation ... and to see what she was doing. Jacque wanted to see "Monster-in-Law" but the rest of us were thinking, anything else but that. So Kim was all, well, Spaz and Luke and Jason Hicks and Daniel Powell and her were going to meet somewhere I was like, well, bringing them to Jacque's would be a horrible idea and to call me back when they knew where they were going. Then Jacque insisted I call Kim back and tell her to bring them over. So I did and they were going to come by after a while. So while we watched "Top Gun" and ate dinner, I went at the task to get shit-faced. Inappropriate beverages dull the senses and I can't take Luke and Ryan sober. Well I totally succeeded. I believe that I was biting Austen's arm as we were fighting for the honor of Jacque's Rainbow Brite doll when the group arrived. Shit-faced I was. It was fairly uneventful, I was polite, I think. I don't think I said anything rude. Spilled shitty Long Island Iced Tea all over myself. At one point Ryan snatched Luke's Season of Buffy the Vampire Slayer that I TOLD HIM he forfeited to us when he refused to talk to us for a year. But Ryan grabbed and was like "sshhhh" and I was so drunk, I did sshhhh. Oh well. Kim still has the flask as far as I know. They left eventually. We tried to follow them to a bar, but never made it out of the apartment. And nobody was okay enough to drive. We continued to fight over the Rainbow Brite doll and eventually Jacque and Austen were "looking for Rainbow Brite" in her bedroom with the lights off, so all I did was close the door. I politely waited about 34.5 hours before I asked her what happened. Anyway, so Mike and I watched tv, fell asleep, then we all went home when Jacque and Austen finally emerged. I drove home, watched a little "Life and Death of Peter Sellers" with Sean, then went to sleep around 5:15am. I promptly woke up at 4:30pm. With a large bruise the size of a door knob on my lower back and a smaller, less ugly bruise on my left shoulder. Will never defend Jacque's doll again. Am staying out of childish fighting. For at least a week... Well, gotta go.
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Thursday, May 19, 2005
Monday, December 20, 2004
Tiiiiiiiiime, is on my side. Yes, it is.
I can't believe it's been three-ish weeks since I have been online. It's madness. I will now try to update this blog with everything that has happened. But I'm going to post them with the date they occured, so as not to confuse myself. Here we go. I'll start with the weekend of December 17-19th. Jacque, Austen and I went down to Huntsville, Hunstville? I don't know, we went to some city south of here to take pictures at a graduation. Jacque gets called by Flash Photography in Ft. Worth, where she used to work all the time, when they need extra help and Jacque calls us. So off we went. We left Friday evening and drove down there. We got there late and checked into our motel room. I can't really say a lot about the motel. The trip down was good - I had shotgun, Austen slept in the back. We didn't talk as much as we did on the last road trip as I recall, but we listened to a more diverse selection of music. A little Dixie Chicks, a little Metalica, the Top Gun Soundtrack. Lovely.
We got up at the butt-crack of dawn and worked two ceremonies. Jacque and I took pictures and Austen filmed the ceremony. It was very high paced and kind of stressful, because Jacque's boss was there and he is very particular. That's never good. We finished around 4:30pm. Part of the deal to get Austen to come with us for this weekend of fun was that we go to College Station Saturday night for his friend's party. It wasn't enough to get paid, he wanted a party too. Anyway, so we headed on over. I don't remember anyone's name, but it was one interesting party.
The guy that lived in the apartment we stayed at had a two bedroom by himself, so Jacque and I claimed the guest bedroom and Austen got the couch. His friends cooked burgers, Jacque and I made queso and we drank. There was one guy that was from Canadia and he entertained Jacque and me with his travel tales. Then this other guy came over and they played this game where they used beer bottle tops to try and knock bottle tops off of bottles. As the inappropriate beverages flowed, they began doing shtick. They were talking about "the league" and "women's rules" and were sort of entertaining at first, but quickly became annoying. So Jacque and I switched to playing three-man. Except we needed dice. So Austen and I walked over to some grocery store across the street. One of the funniest store trips. Austen guided me through the store like I was a small child and not the sober half of this two-some. But he bought the dice and the cough drops I so desperately needed to make it through the evening. Yay Austen!!
Then we went back to the apartment Jacque and I taught Austen how to play three-man. I mean, how to get schooled at three-man. He was already so far gone. For some reason he thought that drinking 100 proof mint-flavored inappropriate on the rocks was a really good idea. There was some Austen/Joe wrestling that was uncalled for, but all in all it was a successful party. We woke up late the next morning and headed back to Bedford. Good times. Then we rested up for Sunday night fun, because Erin came home and we went to see a movie. Then I had to go back to Dallas, because I had to go to work on Monday. Woot!
We got up at the butt-crack of dawn and worked two ceremonies. Jacque and I took pictures and Austen filmed the ceremony. It was very high paced and kind of stressful, because Jacque's boss was there and he is very particular. That's never good. We finished around 4:30pm. Part of the deal to get Austen to come with us for this weekend of fun was that we go to College Station Saturday night for his friend's party. It wasn't enough to get paid, he wanted a party too. Anyway, so we headed on over. I don't remember anyone's name, but it was one interesting party.
The guy that lived in the apartment we stayed at had a two bedroom by himself, so Jacque and I claimed the guest bedroom and Austen got the couch. His friends cooked burgers, Jacque and I made queso and we drank. There was one guy that was from Canadia and he entertained Jacque and me with his travel tales. Then this other guy came over and they played this game where they used beer bottle tops to try and knock bottle tops off of bottles. As the inappropriate beverages flowed, they began doing shtick. They were talking about "the league" and "women's rules" and were sort of entertaining at first, but quickly became annoying. So Jacque and I switched to playing three-man. Except we needed dice. So Austen and I walked over to some grocery store across the street. One of the funniest store trips. Austen guided me through the store like I was a small child and not the sober half of this two-some. But he bought the dice and the cough drops I so desperately needed to make it through the evening. Yay Austen!!
Then we went back to the apartment Jacque and I taught Austen how to play three-man. I mean, how to get schooled at three-man. He was already so far gone. For some reason he thought that drinking 100 proof mint-flavored inappropriate on the rocks was a really good idea. There was some Austen/Joe wrestling that was uncalled for, but all in all it was a successful party. We woke up late the next morning and headed back to Bedford. Good times. Then we rested up for Sunday night fun, because Erin came home and we went to see a movie. Then I had to go back to Dallas, because I had to go to work on Monday. Woot!
